It's Only Words...

Of late, happiness has been marred by a strange happening. All I think about are the reasons why we were the chosen ones...

My behaviour in last few weeks has followed a typical Kübler-Ross trajectory. What is atypical is this: One would think acceptance is the easiest phase to be in, but it's the hardest. Coz coming to terms =  giving up. I hate it coz it makes me feel helpless...

I can't talk more about it for a simple reason that it's not mine to talk.

Time and time again I come here and write about stuff, mostly stuff that is bothering me. I think there must be a simple enough reason for that. When no one else can comfort you, words can.