Life sucks sometimes no matter how wealthy you are, how great a job you have, how many friends you have or how satisfied you are with your job. It sucks making you feel like s**t. Isn’t it ironic to say that when you are wealthy you can have all you want. But how true is that? I don’t know how long it’s been since last time I’ve smiled heart fully crinkling the corner of my eyes.
Right now I am in my car going to the only person’s house whom I can call my own, Krayson Black. No he’s neither my relative nor a friend. He’s more like my mentor. He is a bachelor living in the midst of the city like a miser in the sorrow of losing his love of life, his wife.That man was love sick, still is.
“Love; a word withholding feelings, beyond everything that there aren’t enough alphabets combined to form enough words to describe it”. was exactly what he answered when questioned about love.
I till date truly don’t understand what is it about love that people go haywire over it. Because I’ve never loved anyone as I’ve never been loved by anyone. Yes, I have my family, friends and all but it’s just that I’ve refrained myself from everyone by drawing a boundary around me. Letting no one inside. Although they’d manage to come, they won’t last long watching me up close.