I watched the a movie the other day. It was a about a bachelor who fell in love, but was unable to regonise the love until he broke the girls heart because he has never been in love or was to scared to love her.
Now let's get to the point shall we, the point is that every single human being spends their lives trying to look for someone who may be their other half. Sometimes they find their other half and end up happily together until the end of their days, but there are cases of those who have been burnt one to many times and find themselves lost in the spiral of untrust to another person. This is when even if they do find the one person they always wanted to find, they can't tell them, because they are to scared that the person will be just like all the ones who have burnt them before.
I must say this is one of the most ironic things I have ever noticed in us, human beings. We are scared to die alone, yet if we get burnt enough times we automatically think that everyone else is just like the people that burnt us.
The questions is: if we are destructive enough to love someone and yet not tell them, how distructive can we get?
I watched the a movie the other day. It was a about a bachelor who fell in love, but was unable to regonise the love until he broke the girls heart because he has never been in love or was to scared to love her.
Now let's get to the point shall we, the point is that every single human being spends their lives trying to look for someone who may be their other half. Sometimes they find their other half and end up happily together until the end of their days, but there are cases of those who have been burnt one to many times and find themselves lost in the spiral of untrust to another person. This is when even if they do find the one person they always wanted to find, they can't tell them, because they are to scared that the person will be just like all the ones who have burnt them before.
I must say this is one of the most ironic things I have ever noticed in us, human beings. We are scared to die alone, yet if we get burnt enough times we automatically think that everyone else is just like the people that burnt us.
The questions is: if we are destructive enough to love someone and yet not tell them, how distructive can we get?
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