Kindle Notes & Highlights
nothing prepares you for death, nothing prepares you for absence.
There’s no glory in a fling.
All weddings end in either divorce or death. Nothing good can come out of it,
Jane Taylor, the woman who wrote the twenty-line poem, but we know only four of the lines: ‘Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star’.
“Young men think old men are fools; but old men know young men are fools.”’
I didn’t know what went wrong, what made her walk away. I tried to figure out, but nothing she would say, For my questions pestered her, my tears made her embarrassed. I never wanted to be a priority, but a little love was all I expected.
I still kept giving, giving, day in and out. But all went in vain, when all she beheld were doubts. Doubts of an uncertain tomorrow, so she told me, ‘I have to go.’ My dreams, my wishes, my love were shattered in a single blow. I stood by the balcony, looking into the thin air. I clung on to her picture, crying silently so that no one saw. All I begged of my fate, was a sight of her. Occupied with things important, she had moved on well in life. It was never tough for her, for I was another man by her side. She thought I must be over her by then; least was she aware that I died each day. I
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