10 more years later.
My sister got a dog. Small puppy. Man .. I just couldn't avoid loving it. It was like my best buddy.
I was doing my engineering then. Whenever I go back to my house, it would jump up my my neck and play around ... Then. It got lost. Yep. Fully grown awesome dog. Got lost. sad. Again I cried.
I learnt something. You love something, then you lose something. Just like that. And there is always pain.
So, I'm afraid of that pain, pain of losing. So I just don't love anything these days.
They call me "Chicken"
1 comment:
This is a rare...very rare personal post! All I have been reading is either about birds or bikes.
well..i want to say something positive and all but you know I am just going say this very cliche statement instead:'its better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all'
:) n have fun in london!
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