I have been there. Have you, really?

 You must definitely be in pain. You have definitely been in bliss. You know that feeling when your heart feels like a bubble that is going to explode from just the slightest hint of both. You've probably felt your heart turn stone, tasted rust, and sat there, clicking your tongue again and again, tasting that taste each and every time it wanted you to vomit. That, and you have also had a belly full of butterflies when breathing has been a joy. It wasn’t the breathing that would make you shake when you exhaled; no, it was the one that came along with joy, calm, and cold.

Now forget everything I just said and turn on the fan. Sit on the floor and put your back against something hard. Straighten up your back and let my words try to make you float. Close your eyes and sit in that classic convertible. She has black paint and deep cherry red leather seats. Feel your hands on that thin steering wheel. Feel the cold air on your face as you cruise down a two-lane road with nothing but clouds, pine forests, mountains, and the snow patrol saying, "Those three words were said too much, but not enough." You look over your shoulder and look at the one person that you want to see the most. Don’t say anything. Look into those eyes looking back at you, feel that emotion click in your brain, that they are forever with you in this space and after that split second that they loved you, that existed only for you and existed for you for eternity, keep that moment alive forever and remember the memories that it brought. Now go back to watching the road.

Relive that moment for some time. You only need this memory to keep you happy. Forget that memory. Better yet, BE that memory for a while.

You know what this was? This was you controlling your own heart. You can do that. You can control it at any time that you want, and you can let it give you wings and fly you away when you want to. And remember, it will all be okay.


-Kuch Bhi

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