Tough love

There is a thing about fear
It's always there ! Fear of the unknown, fear of facing it alone.... Fear that those close to you, you barely know them

She was out there alone, bereft, unmoored.  What makes a place feel like home? Is it warmth ? Familiarity?  Some say it's my undying tough love. It's not easy to love someone when you are sure of not getting it back,sure of hurting yourself, living with darkness inside.  Walking backwards down the memory lane it feel I loved a complete stranger. Or was I stranger to his unknown Land.  I m captivated with lies and promises I was made to believe. Pain that consumes me with joy.

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