Right or wrong, right and wrong? The words do a manipulative pirouette around the corners of your mind, reverberating against the persuading cooing of your chest. You thought you were happy, yet a better life stages its play right before discovery, leaving you thinking that happiness was only what you had designed it to be. You decipher it as the self misconstrue which seemed so real when it took place, dramatic and changed. The impending sorrow drills into your veins and it becomes your alter ego.

Here and now, you're watching subtlety in its culminating settlement and you're stuck in an disabled bout of envy. The simplicity of reciprocation is the most beautiful experience you've cradled, once in my possession. You did a count but it appears as more than upteen. She embraces you with loving eyes and honeyed lips that she'll be standing there at the end of every possible encounter you'll tide through. You'll melt in the pleasure of saccharine fulfilment knowing that's never going to happen. Both, then, sucks in the marrow of sheer belief and abides by a shared goal until one decides to opt out, providing you with only specific reasons. You see it as excuses but she's literating the fact that she's just suffering from relationship jet lags. The two begins to never see things eye to eye. She stops putting you before her and you stop wanting her to feel happy without you.

You ponder with a clear state of mind and question yourself if it's still love. God knows you've tried to let her retrieve felicity, even at the cost of being without you, as she had chosen. Since forever, you saw her at the end of every smooth and rough aisle, inviting you into her arms and welcoming you home, with her. You envisioned the future 50 years loving just one person and being returned with love by that same one person. 'She' is the love of all my lifetimes, and 'you' is the me who's confused.

It's the trickiest and toughest thing I've yet to accomplish, but you will have it granted, only if you say the words.