There’s always a time when your love gets bored of you 

Of you loving him, of you mothering him, of you waiting for him,

basically, you being there for him…

There’s always a time

When work becomes more important than you, more taxing than you can sort, more demanding that you can work around with, more worthwhile than giving you the time for…

There’s always a time

When his family is a priority, mind it … this is a time that’s there always in the background steadily which you have always complied to. But haven’t been acknowledged for…

So where were we yes:

There’s always a time when his family is a priority, and love becomes a hindrance, which doesn’t want around. The love that can cause harm to otherwise harmonised life.

There’s always a time when you want to breath, to be able to love, to be loved, to be held, to be cared for, to be appreciated, to be acknowledged, to be worshiped, to be craved for, to be the centre of his universe, in real life, in flesh and blood, to be known to society without being the secondary.

But that is just a thought, wishful thinking, a war lost… isn’t it?

There’s always a time one learns that and though letting go isn’t an option,

One agrees to…

Living with it either is not an easy plot…