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Loving can hurt

Loving can hurt sometimes

At our tender ages we begin to conceptualise love. We live in a world of love, of affection to whomever we care about. But at our tender ages we do not know the downside of love. Loving means sacrifice, means loss, means hatred. Loving does harm, to a great extent, to our heart and soul. Nothing is worse than unrequited love, or the trial and tribulation we have to go through.

But loving is our natural instinct. We are born to love each other. Some count on love to survive. Love now reaches another level. It is not just about mutual affection between husbands and wives, it is about kinship, parenthood, and the like. What if loving is the only thing that makes us feel alive? Love breathes air into our hollowed souls. Love nurtures our drenched hearts.

We keep this love in a photograph

We made these memories for ourselves

When our eyes are never closing

And hearts are never broken

Times are forever frozen still

Time is notorious for its fast moving, and precious moments are execrably ephemeral. And people are notorious for denouncing the nature. They do not merely come to terms with the fact that they have to part with people they love, with moments they appreciate, with memories they yearn to carry with till forever. So preferably, the best solution for this is to freeze the flow of time. Capturing and putting all these honorable things inside a photograph, they want to see themselves living in that beautiful day eternally. In that world there will be no more temporal enemies to impede their love. They will rejoice in all the flashbacks of their victorious days.

Personally, I hate how time goes so fast. I entered this place four years ago, fell asleep, and now that I wake up, I have to say goodbye to it. Then there are the questions: what have I done? Was there anything that I have done creditable? Or maybe it is just shambles that I have made to people I love?

The questions are yet to be answered. The parting day is a combination of love and hate. I hate how they have meant to me so much. I hate how they make me say I love them. The recollections are so beautiful. I love them. And I hate them.

They say if you love someone, set them free. I appeal against that. I am not ready to see this wonderful society lead off from where they go. I am afraid to see us grow into unsympathetic, wicked adults whose minds are fraught with conspiracies. I want all of us to stay and live as kids, and children of our teachers. I do not want to be in charge of my deeds. I want to make mistakes, then be scolded, then make mistakes again. I want to be kept inside the pocket of your ripped jeans, be held close until our eyes meet. We will never be alone.

But will it ever be that way? Or will we be the ludicrous people we do not want to be?

Yet

Loving can heal

Loving can mend your souls

And it's the only thing that I know, know.

If the drawbacks of loving push you back, let the beauty of it pulls you up. When people love, they are both benefactors and beneficiaries. You get your heart healed when you heal someone's heart. The warmth spreads, regardless of the form and amount of love.

I swear it will get easier

Remember that with every piece of you

And it is the only thing we take with us when we die

It is out of the question that loving is the quintessence of our lives. Seeing the people you love paves way to your furtherance. And if we fall down, we can easily stand up, with love.

That day when I had to say goodbye to some of my dear friends, I had to fight back my tears. I came to realize how all of us would have our own ways to approach our loathsome future. I wished no one that he would get to the high school of his dream, because I did not even want to get to the high school. The only thing I wished for, was that we could stay as friends forever.

So you can keep me

Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen

Next to your heartbeat where I should be

Keep it deep within your soul

And if you hurt me

That's okay baby, only words bleed

Inside these pages you just hold me

I will never let you go

Wait for me to come home

People can sometimes be intractable. They get so defiant, keep on fighting in spite of all the difficulties and all the distances. This could be either good or bad. Its negative point is the loss, physically and mentally, caused to both sides. But its positive factors are what matter more. Our stubbornness allows us to find each other. All the harmful, detrimental acts can never beat us up and prevent us from loving. And this consistency is a part of our being humans. Loving, caring ones.

My life in secondary school has been out of this world. I have yet to accept its end. But I know I will. I have to.

However, there will be one thing that will stay here and stay with me: love.