I leave behind love.

When did we become too old for fairytales?

There was a time when I would have picked love over everything else.

It was a direct, one question entry.

Oh, you love me? Let’s be together for eternity.

But somewhere, along the line, it was not enough.

Or maybe it is. I don’t know.

I just know that I left it behind. So many times. Sure in the conviction that I would get it again.

Heck, I was born pretty for a reason yes?

Or maybe I was born stupid for a reason.

I find yet another evening spent in tears. And I am more verbose in my sadness, than I ever am in my assignments.

Yet another reason to despair.

To go back the question we started with, when did I become too old?

I need my faith back. In love. In happily ever afters. In meeting guys who just aren’t interested in just sex. In human-kind.

My world-weariness wearies me.

I wish I was 21, but then, I have met current 21 year olds, and I wouldn’t wish that fate upon an enemy.

I don’t know the way out.

Every new relationship cheers me immeasurably. Every pitfall seems new to me.

When did I become too old to hope?

Where do we go from here?



  1. Celeste · June 1, 2012

    You’re never too old to love, sweetie. Damn thing never gets old.

    There are happily-ever-afters. There is that love that sweeps you off your feet and carries you in his arms over the threshold. There is that love.

    Find it. Get swept off. Stay.

  2. Vamsee Kanakala (@vamsee) · June 11, 2012

    I don’t know. I’m not as optimistic as Celeste, to be honest. Maybe that’s why they invented art? Music is the only thing that heals for me.

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