No matter how many promises, how many good intentions, love is as fragile as the ashes of a burnt incense.
Yesterday I heard of a friend's having a hard time to cope with her sister's abandonment of a 21-year marriage, 2 offspring, beautiful house and the seemingly comfortable suburban life. She succumbed to a love affair with the well known bad boy from teenager hood.
She is now labeled as sick, out of her mind, a victim of the guy's prey, etc...
And I'm thinking here to myself, how susceptible are we to the same "ailment". Isn't she the courageous one to follow her heart?
Why should she stay playing the role that everyone expects of her?
Claims are that the bad boy is not good for her, but this is beyond the point here.
I know that many heartaches already came for her, and much more will follow, but should we pay a price to follow something we want?
Would everyone be happier if she just negates her heart and lives her life with a hollow heart?
I'm very sorry that she is in a position that society and dogmas are dictating what she can or cannot do, in order to be happy.
You ask me will my love grow...
I don't know... I don't know...
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