instilled love in me. I was the sole focus of it. I let go of the inhibitions that bound me. The cloak I wore constructed by society's conditoning was discarded. Now I could only think better of me. I felt free. I came to terms with who I really was and didn't regret who I hurt in the process because I don't owe my life to anyone but me. I forgave me for being too harsh on myself in the past.
Then there came another point, the tip of the iceberg, when it was all or nothing and I chose all - all of my heart. Since that time I've felt it in my bones, I have been reborn.
You've to be held atleast a dozen times to remember the feeling. But either I was too little to catch a memory or there wasn't any moment to recall. As a kid it is easy to recieve a bundle full of love. As you grow up you see there's a price tag involved. The more apparent the love the higher the price. But I've always lived apart from that sort of love. I craved from the deep. My view of love didn't change and it got me into believing I was the unlucky one. I couldn't go on begging for there wasn't anything they could accept from me in return.
So I was left alone to pay my sum (with an interest). And one day suddenly it stopped when I felt loved on my own accord. It was due a long time so only it grew and grew. Did that imply I needed no one? I did. I do. But maybe I am not the desperate kind anymore. I climbed up that abyss and found myself embracing admist a crowd hopelessly clutching onto one another. Guess what, it didn't slightly bother me.