You arrive, there is no choice
You are given love, there is no choice
Things fall out of place, there is no choice
You fight back, there is no choice
And when the result is inevitable, there is no choice
At the end, you live with the result and there is absolutely no choice
It still feels that I can come for a hug
It still feels that I can receive a call from you
It still feels that I can share my achievements with you and you will unconditionally love them
It still feels that I can talk to you, laugh with you, take your shade during the tough times, plan for trips, eat food served with love and affection, feel like your baby and so on and so forth
Where does this feeling come from? Why does it arise? When will the heaviness stop? When will I convince myself that it is only feelings that are left?
