The Tales Goes Like This

The perfect handsome tall intelligent considerate well mannered decent young man, the breathtakingly beautiful clever witty funny shy young woman, the obstacle, the fall and the swooping, the love and the thrill of it all, the moments and stolen eye contacts, the music, the details, the letters, the fantasies, the dreams, the future, the memories, and finally, the ending.

Here comes the pain, the guilt, the regret, the nostalgia, the despise, the longing, the dreams, the memories, the future, the fantasies, the letters, the details, the music, the moments and stolen eye contacts, the love and the thrill of it all and finally, the desperation.

Nothing but the distance, the numbness, the break, the messiness, the sarcasm and finally, the bitterness of it all.

What's the point of it all? The moments will turn into haunting memories and the pain will take your being its home. It never goes away and it never gets better, you just get better with pretending. We try to fool ourselves but the truth is, there's nobody to fool. We just love the numbness and bleakness.

The ghosts of them shall haunt you, mostly at your best times.. and that what makes it a living hell.