I am an addict. I seem to get addicted to people who are able to break my walls. And once they're inside I embrace their existence as if they've come to save me. But that was never the case. They never came to stay. They are pilgrims in search for a place to call home. They leave you with memories and wisdom before they finally set of to wherever no one knows. Leaving you broken yet braver, wiser and more beautiful than you have ever been. Which is why you don't regret meeting such people. They become a part of you. You know they will leave a scar but you let them anyway.
I am an addict. I am addicted to the breaking and fixing, the loving and letting go, the pain and joy, the smiles and tears, the you in me. But even the most loving hearts get tired. So please stay my pilgrim and make me your home. Stay.
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A Peek in My World
RandomThis is not a story. This is a book for my own selfish reasons and all for my benefit. I will write about extremely random stuff and only when I feel like it. I'm treating this as somehow like a diary but less detailed since you guys will be read...
