soulmates
In rarest of moments I catch a glimpse of a happy future. A place where my heart belongs to the right person at the right time and it doesn't hurt anymore. I find myself believing that God has a plan behind all of this and we end up in a better place after all the storms. But lately, stories without a happy ending seem more realistic, more accessible from where I am. Stories where nothing extraordinary happens to ordinary people and life drags along one way or another. Stories where I am living in past more than I care to live anywhere else and it sort of makes me want to put the pen down. But on rare occasions, my heart forgets its brokenness and takes flight again. It hopelessly goes back to the stories where love is always true and it always wins. On rare occasions I allow myself to believe that I will find, one day, the kind of love that I have dreamt about. The kind that lasts, the kind that'd outlive us. I maybe a fool. I always was. But I guess, that was the ...