you were the most beautiful thing i'd ever felt till now. and i was convinced you'd remain the most beautiful thing i'd ever feel. do you know how limiting that is. to think at such a ripe young age i'd experienced the most exhilarating person i'd ever meet. how i'd spend the rest of my life just settling. to think i'd tasted the rawest form of honey and everything else would be refined and synthetic. that nothing beyond this point would add up. that all the years beyond me could not combine themselves to be sweeter than you.
falsehood - rupi kaur
There is something so beautifully tragic about the human mind.
It has the ability to create so much depth into certain situations that otherwise would hold no weight.
It idolizes a celebrity that, in four years, it will no longer give a spare thought. On the contrary, it accepts anguish from a breakup that it will remember colloquially just months later.
It elaborates feeling in such a way that, in the moment we are feeling, we become all-encompassed in the joy or despair that comes with the moment.
We pay no attention to how those immediate reactions will affect us in just mere passes of time.
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