I don’t know if it is better to have loved and lost than to not have loved at all. it What happens when the object of your affection does not feel the same way as you do or with the same zeal that you feel… the more I think about these things (and I think about this a long, have thought about this for the longest time)… the more I am convinced that some things are meant to be and others aren’t. there’s no other plausible explanation for this. How else can one explain why some relationships fail so miserably when one puts in a hundred percent? Huh?? I put on my sun shades, walk out proud and happy. But deep inside its all corroding. Its pathetic to break down in public. Embarrassing. Trust me. Last night. What is scary is to not know what happen when the corrosion slowly comes to the fore. It all falls apart. And you are alone. A lone, pathetic, macabre being. One needs to belong. Today was sad. Karuna rasa.