What goes up, must come down.
Newton’s third law of motion. The way the universe works.
Whatever is once very strong would at some time become very weak and be at the verge of breaking and might even break. That’s how most of the relationships work today.
There are two strangers, that come very close and finally get into a relationship breaking the imaginary wall between them. Then begins the pampering and little fights and the late night talks.
Texting each other through the day, spending so much time on your phones that the battery hardly lasts half a day. 3 months, 4 months or maybe 5 months down the line, you fight for the very first time. And a few hours later you start feeling lonely, and incomplete, because by now you are used to checking your phone every minute, and it hasn’t rung in the past few hours.
So, you talk to the other one, and they are sorry too, and then you promise that something like this would never happen again, and a few weeks down, you fight again, and a few months later, it becomes so bad, that to get away from your loneliness, you make fake promises.
You promise them a place for just the two of you, you promise to keep your tomorrow reserved for each other, you promise the other gifts they couldn’t say no to, you promise to never break your promise, you promise the world to them. Only to break each one of them one by one.
And still, the other one loves you, because you said the promises, it doesn’t matter if you meant them, and no one loves the one who kept their promises without saying it out loud. The one who kept the promise came tumbling down, started living a life they hated. Was only used, played with, and never looked at again.
What goes up, must come down.
But no one ever talks about the one who went down. Would it ever come up?
The one who has spent endless hours on the bed trying to get back to the one they loved with all their heart. Only to see them going away with someone else. You keep fighting with yourself, live in denial only to find out what you feared the most. Everything they ever said to you, was a lie.
So, you set the sail…
Start building yourself up from the scratch. Rise from the ashed of your own, only to get somewhere you ever wanted to be but never did. Only because you were scared to lose them in your run. Afraid of what would they think, afraid to take the risk.
You build yourself, make yourself strong, you are rock hard, never melting, never forgiving. But then you get this text after years, and then they apologize. You first think it is because now you are what they always wanted you to be.
You changed yourself for them? Someone who was worth every single drop of blood in your once? Someone you don’t think is worth it anymore? Someone who doesn’t understand what you really felt? How much you really cared? And you still talk to them, or maybe, just maybe, be lucky enough to meet them once after years. And then get blocked on all social media all over again.
You fall back into the pit, you took years to get out of.
Everything you built up over the years, going down again.
What goes down must stay down?
P.S. If anyone of you has gone through something like this, or a version of it, don’t stay alone, get someone to talk to. If you can’t I’m here. Inbox me, and I’ll never reveal who you are.