Author’s Thoughts

You thought this was all about you , don’t you? You thought you were the only one i was mentioning. You felt this special feeling that all this writing was for you.  You felt the pain, the guilt, the regret  and  connected it to yourself because you thought everything that my ink  touched and tainted happened between us. 

The human need to be wanted, desired, remembered and loved by the ones you care or bothered moulded your thoughts. I cannot blame you, no one can because you are just an emotional being like everyone. I respect you because you will live, die and rot like millions before you and after you, a fair share of people who think they live in normality. Your feelings are beautiful and I envy your ability to create this world around yourself, to believe it works as the way you believe.

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(The author smiled at his own words that marked scars in the reader’s mind.)