Why do we say the things we don't mean?
I look out of my window and I see the sky, limitless. I wish I could say the same about love. Love always comes with its set of constraints. Doesn't it? Caste, religion, race, colour of my skin, height, texture of my hair, my qualifications, my employability, the fact that I talk too much. Everything is always taken into consideration. Always. It might be stated in different words, but the meaning is always the same. "You're not the one I am looking for". What are people actually even looking for? Beats me. Every single time. Makes me wonder, which ones are better. The ones who screw you without actually saying I Love You or the ones who make you believe that they mean it, only to say that whilst they do love you, you still are not the one they are looking for. Who decides who is better? If it has to leave me with a broken heart irrespective. Why does love feel so forced when we are in our 30s? Why doesn't it come to us naturally? Like it did when we were teena...