"It's tough to fathom heartache's intricacy. Isn't it?
It plunges you into deceit, into verity, into the labyrinth of one's subtle mind and dispels the cliche beloved of fiction, that paints one's delicate heart so celestially that it's almost impossible to thwart its seductiveness.
Subsequently, you start being skeptical about everyone's intention, you start guarding yourself, building up walls around your shrivelled heart, carefully shielding your deepest insecurities and fear from any potential hypocrisy that might hurt you. You begin to doubt very ounce of solace you used to find in between encouraging words and letters, every unwavering promise and earnest confession and you have misgivings about something, that one drearily dubs as affection.
Faith is vulnerable, isn't it? Are you gonna entrust someone with your deepest emotions, are you gonna share your most intimate secrets with someone else's heart? Even if it's to the extent of risking your faith, exposing your heart entirely to wreckage?
But, when you pick yourself up again, you are ready to summon up all your strength to breathe, to change yourself and looking back, you question yourself. Would aloofness back then unfold another different chapter?"
How right.
.
Today was the second last day of school.
Today wasn't the ideal second last day, nor last day, I know.
Perhaps, the class party was a bad idea, after all.
But, to some in the class, I believe, it is worth it.
But to me, it's means the ugly truth.