answered questions

Sometimes it's damn difficult to express one self; specially when we are in love.

They say girls are the most complicated things; but i believe its next to love.

there are some questions which is running in my brain, hope some one could enlighten me on this:

1. when we say "I love you" to the girl we love, who is also a friend; why does she always think that we are joking?

2. Why does it hurts me when I or anyone blames her or talks anything wrong about her?

3. How the hell should I convince her that m in love?

4. why the hell do i get angry when someone misbehave or talks something really stupid about her or her character?

5. How the hell should i know since why i love her?

6. why can't the girl never understands how much a guy loves her?

7. why the hell do i feel like being wit her or talking to her or just watch her pics at least ?

8. How m I supposed to get out of this addiction?

9. what the hell m i supposed to do?

10. Why the hell m i writing this? 

"U can Survive anything if u have survived the heart break."

All good things must come to an end. In some cases, that end is long and drawn out. In other instances, it hits you out of nowhere. And sometimes, it's a confusing mix of both that leaves you with the impression that you just didn't try hard enough to keep it going.

I sit in the apartment, with Laptop and a glass of whiskey with ice in it, contemplating the highs and lows of life along the journey been through. Memories of nicknames, cuddling and memories lend tears to my eyes. Other recollections, less pleasant and more repressed, fill me with an intense sense of relief.

Love comes and goes unexpectedly. People get together in a flurry of circumstance: they help each other through hard times, teach each other important lessons and then fade from one another’s heart and mind. This decay can take months, years... The truly lucky get to experience love for a lifetime, the ride coming to an end only when the physical heart dies in tandem with the emotional one.

The trouble with love is that this fading is never coordinated, leaving us in uneven levels of disrepair.

A heart break can help you face almost anything; maybe because there is nothing more in life to loose than self confidence and belief.

My head is cloudy with that sadness headache one gets after shedding too many tears. My body feels uncomfortable from too much alcohol, as I know going to bed will be the worst part. Still, I am slightly exhilarated with the freedom and new beginnings that await me. Or is that fear?

My mind and soul contradict with their statements, Unable to decide what to pen down next. But the bottom line is:
Time is the greatest magician; who can heal almost everything
.I’ve lived through worse. I’ll be ok.

No, I’ll be even better.