Staircases and Street Lights

I walked down the street. A dark wet street with street lights everywhere. Exactly what I needed after a long talk with myself. Well yeah, people come people go. Some give you memories, some break you apart, some teach you lessons and some are worth melting for. Apparently, in my case, every scenario was created by one person alone.
Too tired to walk any further, the stairs seemed like a good place to sit and overthink about everything that has gone wrong. Seriously? I am actually going through this phase in my life. Okay. Who was the person who meant so much to you and you meant absolutely nothing for that person? Here is the answer.

A beautiful persona with a magical soul that has made me unconditionally happy and choose to shatter me into infinite pieces at the most unbelievable moment when I was experiencing ulmitate happiness. But why was this person choose to break me into pieces when all was in that person's wish list was to see me genuinely happy?
So here it goes, in the attempt of trying to make me happy we lose ourselves in each others thoughts embracing our souls with beautiful dreams and never ending magic.

Well, if it was so beautiful why it has to end so pathetically? Because, it wasnt the right thing to do. I was exhausted of trying to do all the right things on earth and for once in my life I wanted to do something that made me happy. For once in my life I gathered all my courage to do something that makes me happy when the person on the other side of the happiness choose to cut the line i was hanging on to and decided to let me fall over the cliff into a hole called sorrow. Broken hearted, I choose to now live a life where I wont get hurt.

Ulmitalely, when a person choose to live a life without at all getting hurt, they will automatically become heartless and slowly fall into the trap of loneliness. So what? Being a loner was so much better than being with a wrong company which makes you feel lonely and breaks you inside out.

So, i stood up stronger than before. Fully determined to go and be the hero of my own. All i needed was me myself to keep my soul and mind contented. I left the place which brought me so much pain. I went on to a new place made no friends and focused on myself alone. Maybe i was doing everything alone like eating, swimming, watching movie and playing games but that actually made me realize what life really is. The one and only company i had in my life then was the books i read. Books are good friends. Once i bought them, they were mine. They never left my side and always loyally stayed in my book rack expecting me to once in a while touch them when i clean them. I was alone but I wasnt getting emotionally broken and i certainly wasnt crying over myself ever again.