A recent realization. I have been deferring many things that I really want to do just because you are in my life. 3 years to 30 kilos. How did you just sneak into my life and become the most of me? A short crop, the bike, learn to swim, skirts, kick boxing lessons and the list goes on and on and on. The funny thing is that some of them might help me loss you. What makes this problem weightier (couldn't help the pun) is that for how long I have been harboring these humble wishes of mine. I have wanted a clean short crop since over 4 years, 4 bloody years, but I haven’t because that would make me look fatter. The bike remains a dream because I’m not sure if I am fit enough to handle its weight. As ridiculous it may sound to someone else, I have been using ‘you’ as a reason to postpone everything. But enough. Right now I am, by choice, putting all of these things on hold for a few more months and then starting to shove you out, the scavenger who has found a home inside me and eating my life away. I am tired of you constantly nagging, telling me that ‘I can’t’. I’m going to boot you out of my life and then quarantine you forever. Dude, now it’s personal. It’s you v/s me. I know how much you weigh and more importantly I know where you stay.
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this post has one of the most last lines i have read in a long time. i read it about a month ago and it stayed in my head. i read it again and realize i must salaam you for writing it. salaam.
*grin*
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