THE SPIRAL OF MISERY

...ending in?

- Priyanka Gusain

Isn't life too short to be making the same old mistakes? Yet we either consciously or unconsciously fall into those previous patterns, that led to our ruin in the first place.

I remember seeing him for the first time and those liquid amber eyes seemed to pierce my soul. They'd be the death of me I had thought at the time, and little did I know that it might actually turn out to be true. But my only regret remains, letting him go twice.

Meeting him this time was like seeing him for the first time all over again – the same butterflies in my stomach, feeling like everything was in slow-mo and nothing else seemed to matter at all. Just like before, blood rushed to my face on being caught looking.

He was still looking at me with the same intensity, his mischievous eyes still promising to take me places I had never been before.

But that plane had already taken off, taking him away from me forever. So what reason did this man have to come back crashing into my life again, making me reminisce the past, go over all those feelings all over again – giving rise to emotions that were better left in the grave?

What was even left to be said? Everything was over, I was never going to be happy, he had made sure of that he had made peace with it. So why was my traitorous body reacting this way? Why did I still want to just bury myself I his arms? This urge to be with him was ridiculous.