rantsandradiance

Every question feels like interfering with someone's business.

Every curiosity feels like prying upon someone's personal life.

Holding all the thoughts in mind, cause it may make them uncomfortable.

If they wanted me to know something, they will tell me, right?!

That's how i lived most of my life.

But there's a price that comes with it. People even your friends thinking you're not interested. You becoming more and more isolated from everyone.

With time, you realize everyone shows care in different way. Judging someone by the standards you've set for yourself might be too harsh.

The irony of pain is that you want to be comforted by the one who hurt you.

" If you water dead plants long enough, you will start to think you are the problem."

You start incorporating little parts of them in your everyday life.

You start making coffee the way they liked it.

You stop and stare at the aisle full of their favourite fruit, strawberries.

You start using their words in your sentences.

You start ordering their favourite dish.

You start listening to the songs in their playlist.

You start going on walks cause they were always yapping at how great it is.

You start sitting in the spot they loved most, as if the chair still remembers them.

Look at their desperate attempts to bond, now that they’re the ones becoming dependent...

The sudden change in tone when time isn’t in their favor anymore...

The demands for acceptance and understanding , the things they never offered or even cared about..

It’s ironic how they paint themselves as the victims, when they were, and still are, the selfish ones...

The audacity to expect bonding, when they never put in any effort or time...

Watch their expression when they realize how lonely the house actually is...

But they never stop to think how haunted it must have been for a child.