Love, lost, Prose

What you left behind wasn't me, it was yourself.

Ardabil — I couldn’t find the right words to explain how much better you can be and how much happier you can become, by believing in good. But you chose leaving instead of believing that you deserve love and peace. You chose to face the history again, and further going down that road. Maybe we are just statues made of our old pain, we don’t try anything new, because it feels safer in the cage we have built ...