It has taken me about 2 decades to understand myself the way I do now. I have observed that I am a mosaic of all my flaws merged into an artwork no less marvellous. They say my eyes are terrifying to look into , because there is hope seeping into my pain, there are cracks in my darkness, and light is finally coming through. They have seen attachment and abandonment, love; shallow and deep, and heartbreak with probably the best seats in the house. I have only been told why I cannot be loved and I reluctantly am learning to fall in love with myself. For I have learnt that a love as flawless as mine is only made for people with as many flaws as I do. I am stubborn, I’m persistently loving people like the shore and like the sea they come and go. And As they go I erode. But I stay there, vast and endless, each time only giving them to take away more. I am a ruin, the aftermath of a disastrous love, but a landmark no less unforgettable.