Chasing closure
Usually, I like to make my writing as relatable as possible and I make a conscious effort for it. Not this time. I have 3 key experiences wherein I felt loved, rather I thought I did. The first one was from the school-days; he wanted me more than I wanted him, it lasted longer than it should have. It had begun early in my teenage days, where curiosity led the way and making big commitments without responsibility was so easy, when passion dominated logic, and we were too naive to be introspecting even! We waited till toxicity found its way into our relationship and broke us apart, for good! After an year and a half of that, I found someone who made me fall in love with God and I mistook that for a long time as my first true love for the one who introduced me to God. It was my obsession with his personality because he was almost all that I ever wanted to become but never could - an embodiment of peace, shrewdness and equanimity; someone who would practice what he preached and had hi...