People who end up in the middle of a relationship leave because they think they will be fine. Worse are the people on the opposite side.
Only those who can quickly forget their past in this world have the right to be happy. And those who cannot forget have to suffer for life.
What a strange thing!
The man who walks, walks, eats, sits down and attacks us, the man who has no existence anywhere. But every night we go to sleep thinking about them.
Some people are involved in everything. It is impossible to say how many quarrels and quarrels there are with a favorite person over a favorite song, artist, actress, ice cream, chocolate, biryani, fuchka ... and so on.
Whether the man is there or not, those grumpy moments remain. Maybe sometimes laughs and sometimes cries. Yet we cannot completely erase them from our minds.
Memories, good or bad, stay with us all our lives. After the separation, the man may leave our lives, but his memories remain. We will never forget those memories. After a while maybe I just pretend to forget.
When a relationship ends, many of your friends or family may be by your side for three / four days at the beginning. Gives mental support or shows sympathy. But after a few days, it is seen that there is no one beside you or me except one or two people and they do not even inquire. So we don't share our grief or sadness with anyone for a while. I started moving with everyone in a normal way.
Others see our behavior and accept that you or I have become normal. But only you know who remembers every night your pillow is wet. Only you know the story of getting out of bed every morning. Only you, as the parent can know for sure. Only you know the reason for the sudden sigh in the midst of hundreds of activities. Only you, as the parent can know for sure. Only you, as the parent can know for sure.
Every human being in this world has a story that only that person knows. Every human being has the regret of not getting something or other, there is pain. The man lying on the pillow next to him does not even know the news of that pain or suffering.
And that's how every night passes. Cuts year after year. No one knows how many people go to bed every day with so much pain and grief in their chests, no one keeps track ...