Here I am with something new and some five year old pain. I
can’t pretend anymore that it’s not. Funny how some things never change.
I can’t be afraid of heights. Am I taking this shit because a stranger
raised some stupid question saying why the hell I am punishing myself !
Gathered enough strength and replied its been 3years one month and a
twisted day. All due to my less immunity to kind words .Not really
understanding how being in love changes you. Is it called the lost art,
or I gained enough guts to to accept it now.