“Flirting” My biggest armor against Love!

“Flirting” My biggest armor against Love. I never knew until now that my flirt can be dangerous too (may be not for me, but for others). No doubt I am good in it. I know how to break the Girl’s armor. But I never realized, between breaking the armor and leaving I was leaving something in there. I use to feel proud when girls use to recognize me after just one meeting. Friend’s friends (female) use to come up to me to share a smile. I use to think its fun, which Men wouldn’t ha? I use to love overhearing those comments about me, or when friends use to address to me how those girls are staring at me. Hey don’t confuse me some superstar or very attracting model personality. I am average, may be not even average. They say “action speaks louder than words” but saying works other way around with flirting “your words make more sense than your looks.” If you can sweet talk a girl, you can win her heart. I knew this fact, but I never realized that I was winning too many hearts while flirting around with almost everyone. No doubt, there was a girl that I too liked, but still flirting was literally my habit by then. I use to thin, what I can do if someone falls me knowing that I am flirt. It’s their decision I can’t help it. So wrong was I. If I wish, I could have changed things around, by accepting their proposal or even better by stop flirting with anymore. But was I convinced with my own thoughts? Not so, until the girl I liked taking me not so seriously. She thought, he is just a flirt and he will never change. Expecting something from Me will only lead to disappointments. Soon, friends started leaving me, but I was still unaffected as I had the weapon called flirting with me enabling me to make friends at wish. But when the girl I loved said the same words, I could not help myself from crying. I started thinking what have I done. I cannot reverse time nor can track people I hurt in the past. Going back to them was against my morals, so that was out of options. I thought of saying sorry to all, but will that do for what I have done? That would have been even more insulating wouldn’t be? Playing with someone’s emotion and saying sorry, that’s even more stupid. I was down. I had nothing left with me. All of it just because one girl left me that was matching my flirting, and was beautiful. But, hey isn’t that what I was doing all the while. I use to call flirting as “FUN” now I know what one fun can does to others.

This is all to those girls that I have hurt in past. I know it’s still out of reach of many, but hey hope one day my Heartily Sorry will reach you.

Why We Grow Up??

Sunday Afternoon Nothing better than spending sleeping... however there is one thing i really miss in due process of aging.

Nothing could match up thrill i use to feel getting up in one of those Sunday mornings which use to come once in every month when i use to go for shopping with my Dad. Those memories started fading away soon as i grew up and started paying my own bills and choosing my own clothing.

I use to wait for that Sunday like anything.. on the D-day i use to get up early morning, get dressed and use to prepare list in my mind of thing i wanted to buy. Getting up in Auto and fighting against the mob to cross the street holding Dad's hand to reach for the stores and eventually annoying store owner and Dad to the core just to buy the clothes i like.

Following the same quest for Sweetest Sweets and some other stuff... those days were fun and now i often go shopping with friends where we quarrel over girls on street, pull each others leg and often end up sitting in restaurant for a Lunch or Dinner.

Feeling has changed significantly and i miss those days... I am more heart broken when i know those days will never return again and i can do nothing about it despite putting all my efforts.

Aging is causing the pain that will only grow with time.....

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