Different eyes.

We are different like the sun and the moon. Opposites they say. We are different to the point where I can't decide whether I want to choke you for disagreeing with everything I say or stare at you with wonder . We could look at the absolute same picture with such different eyes, I wonder if you are mad or I.

But if it's love there's no different, no opposites. It's just love. Good ol' love.

And it's foolish to give up; to give up on the paradise we can have together.  To let go without a second thought. To give up without a putting up a ferocious fight for each other. Because you know and I know - it is worth it. Every damn bit of it.

But maybe like every time, this time too, you just can't see what I see.

We all think we are right. Maybe we all are right in our own way. It's just a matter of perspective. But if we keep getting pulled between other's right and our right, the thing our heart believes to be true or what everyone else says is true, we'll be left doing nothing, floating on the cloud of indecisiveness. So I might be terribly, horribly wrong and regret everything I do and every decision I take today but I just need you to believe when I say,

 I'm doing my very best here.

Poof, gone.

       'Holding hands and walking down a vacant road, she wondered if things could get better than this moment. Could things get better than perfect? She smiled at that thought. Her dizzying happiness was her little secret.'

       Sometimes, your standing there, peering into his eyes, convinced you would do anything, fight anything not to lose him. You cannot imagine giving up on him, giving up on the one person who brought an infinite amount of happy moments. When you're smiling and playing footsie under the table hoping no one noticed, when he hears something and gives you a knowing look because there's a private joke attached, when he's sulking like an idiot and your anger is evaporating by the second, when his joke is so sad you can't stop giggling - how would you have ever imagined it would end? Even if it did end, it would be under extreme circumstances right? Something dramatic, something Romeo Juliet-y.You couldn't be more wrong, more delusional. Such things don't end dramatically, they end without even making a tiny sound.
                 

                                                                  Poof, gone.


And you're left wondering if it all actually happened or you had just created a utopia in your head. You were wrong; very, very wrong. Wrong about everything you believed. Wrong about how invincible you were together. Because it did not take even a light push to watch everything crumble right at your feet.