Love Aajkal
I've been ruined by fictional books, movies, and media of such sort. The longing stares, the twinkle in your eyes, the warmth I felt being in your arms, how to tell if any of it was ever real? And what could be more for it to be enough? In this timeline, my own experiences feel more like a shadow play, where I’m left chasing phantoms of what love should be.
I find myself revisiting those moments we shared, dissecting every interaction we had. Was that spark in your eyes genuine, or was it merely my imagination weaving a tale I longed to believe? The more I reflect, the more I oscillate between longing and despair, caught in a whirlwind of emotions that feel both intoxicating and suffocating.
In this digital age, where connections are made and lost with a swipe, finding something real feels increasingly impossible. Dating apps bombard me with options, yet each interaction feels superficial, stripped of the depth I crave. I’ve been fortunate to taste love twice, each time a sweet reminder of what could be. Yet, with each fleeting romance, I wonder: will the third time be a charm, or just another chapter in this ongoing saga of longing?
I question whether I’ll find that flicker again, or if I’ll remain in this limbo, endlessly searching for a glimmer of what I once had. Given the chaos of it all, I sit back waiting patiently for the love to come back and be felt.
And on the weekends, I put on some music, try some cute fits and do my makeup to go out and see my friends.
Then on the way back home alone,
"I cry, it's not fair
I just need a little lovin', I just need a little air.."