Sometimes love and attachment could be mixed up and hard to differentiate.
For Yara, it took her one best friend's wedding, her sister's engagement, her loneliness and a troubled patient.
After all love could happen anywhere, even in a room with a p...
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Head stuck in a cycle, I look off and I stare It's like that I've stopped breathing, but completely aware
- Million Reasons, Lady Gaga
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"I think, we should end this for once and for ever now. This chase has been going on for too long."
"Don't come looking for me again, just because the emptiness in your life chases up to you."
"Oh trust me, I'll not."
Bitter resentment surrounded the couple at the moment. But Yara knew better, she knew the moment she'd return back to her normal life, it will kick in again.
The feeling to again jump into this joy-ride and feel the adrenaline course through her just enough till it lasts.
And then the cycle would repeat again, because that's what has been happening for the past year now.
It wasn't like she enjoyed it, breaking up and patching up and the constant emotional toll that followed along with it. But of course, she knew it would keep happening, she knew herself too well.
And she knew where the problem lied, it was in herself. Her severe phobia from the word commitment.
Yara could never fully give herself and trust someone with herself. It was something that had now become a part of her. It was omnipresent, it loomed around like a friendly ghost, hugging on to her when she clearly tried to shrug it off. But sadly, it was the fear that won everytime.
It all started when she boldly asked out her crush in the ninth grade. Back then she knew little about love and how disastrous its way were.
It could be satan's poision or your fountain of youth, and it all depended on you.
It wasn't later that a very immature Yara freaked out when her boyfriend asked her to kiss him on his cheek, and she felt like it was too much for her. And she broke it off with a lame excuse
Ever since that Yara knew that long term just wasn't something she could add to her resume. And how boys with multiple sexual adventures were termed as players or fuckboys.
She also got a term attached to her. The slight difference being hers wasn't as cool as how the boys had it.
She was define with four letters, one word and a perfect view for the society of how derogatory she was.
A slut.
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