When somebody is such an intrinsic part of your life that it is like the air you breathe, do we tend to take them for granted because they are so ingrained in you? But like the air you breathe, when you are deprived of it, do you suffocate and feel like you are dying when you think of letting go? Does love give us the right to want to stop the one we love or does love dictate that we let go and let them find their happiness somewhere else? My will to fight started bleeding the day when I realised that try as much as I can, no matter how sincere my efforts, it fails to bring him the happiness he desires and deserves. Every moment, even when I am doing something else, these thoughts are haunting me. I have always been so good at pretending to be strong but this time, I am crumbling. Bit by bit, thought by thought, I am bleeding. When does this end? Would I ever stop grieving? The thought of another day like this makes me want to wish I could fade away in my sleep...but I cannot...so, here I am, hoping that penning down these thoughts would be like blood letting- takes some pain away. It is like an throbbing pain that does not go away. Now, I am even scared of going to sleep because my dreams hound me too.