I am dying to see my family. I am not merely missing the parents and the siblings. I long to be with them. Even Kamal's presence failed to soothe the longing.
When the longing creeps, it is best to get back to myself. A personal space where I could be alone. As the longing creeps when I am down. It would weave itself into a cocoon that protects me from being hurt. So protective, I would be inclined to think that the only unpretentious people are my family members. That is scary, I know, because reclusiveness is not me.
I am calmest when I am alone. The longing will be gone. The protectiveness, too. Nevertheless, being alone only allows me to properly breathe. It has not inspired me to love. How do I love again?
Please do not preach to me about love though. I am not as faithful as I thought I was.
Please let me think loudly albeit how wrong it could be.
It is crucial for you to know that I might not be as faithful, but I have not lost my faith.
More importantly, please do not judge me for I need support, not judgment.