Time has come

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It should not be difficult, she told herself.
What does it really take to fall in love? Or to like someone so much that you start forgetting the things that once meant the world to you.
Maybe you don’t need to forget.
But how much can this tiny little brain accept?
Love, like, dislike, confusion, stress, anger, disappointment, frustration and of course, the helplessness.
Time to create some extra space maybe, she pinpointed.
Space? Are you serious? the mind asked.
Why not? Can't you even do that for me? She frowned.
Stop it moron! It kills me when you do that.
And what about me? When you start with your stupid arguments?
Anyway, why was she talking to it. As long as she can remember, it had advised her against him. So now what was the point in blaming this idiot!
This idiot, however, had something else in its ‘mind.’
It wanted her to know what she deserved. She had, for long, avoided talking to it and now wanted to mute it forever.
But this wasn’t a solution at all. Something had to be done. She always said, “You are always contradicting my lovely heart. The heart that knows me so well.”
Little did she know that it was the heart and the mind both trying their best to make her believe in herself.
They were quite tired by now.
The voices in her head and her heart have been torturing her for years now.
She wanted to end it now. She wanted to jump off that cliff and set herself free. Maybe she was free, but just didn’t know how to react to it. Maybe all she had to do was not chose but accept all that came her way with complete faith.

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