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This is Where I Belong.


I am here today, dawdling back on the days, hours, minutes and seconds, that haven’t paused to wait for me to heal, that have drifted past as I remained still in the same place, reminiscing the numbness as I walked out your door. The tangible and the intangible cascade of feelings that I grew out of, explains just how inexplicable it’s always been with you, and always will be. Sometimes, I wonder what went wrong, how much of myself I left in you, and in the wake of us. It had never been like a perfect narrative, but it wasn’t all shortcomings and flaws!



Trust me, you were the person I wanted to plunge into the future with. To get strange, sad, beautiful and sometimes a little gross. It was never about settling down but more fondly about taking off with you, to new adventures, horizons and life. But now, I no longer want to go back in time and love you harder. I don’t belong in there and this is my knowing that life goes on. There is more to life than just chasing someone who does not want to be in yours.

But I want you to know, that it’s all good between us. It all happened so that I could be here now, where I truly belong. Where I am meant to be. 


And I also want you to know that my definition of belonging is not necessarily a promise of forever or poetry. Not anything that comes with terms or conditions. Not even looks that’s hard to resist. It’s more about making me feel that I belong. It’s having to choose you through every twist, temptation and every bump in the road, and fully appreciating the stories I tell, the dramatic pauses I take and the faces I make. Its realizing the unexplored and unusual life beside me. Its realizing I am worthy of love and to be loved. 

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