When the hunting of the best unfortunate species happens at home, my fears are these:
Expecting a partner who would be loving the other partner the way one is, is sometimes misunderstood as possible. To put it straight i wish to believe it to be hypothetical.
As i am one who loves changes, strictly good n wise changes i could be molded, i would be willingly ready.
And if i am changed completely for the happiness of the other i love, would i be the same who was in the past. The pre-myself would be a mere memory, the post-me would be the present, no guarantee to be the future, change is constant, ale?
Does adulterating me suggests killing the childishness n innocence in me, and making me more an adult and less a child?
Changing completely will distance me from those who loves me at present for being what i am in reality, in daylight.
If i have no choice, no options should i surrender myself for complete makeover mentally and physically?
Wouldn't i be missing myself, wouldn't i be staring in the dark, groping to find specks of the sacred, unique, old me.
Habits die hard.
If habits die, a part of self is dead.
But if bad habits die don't we get to live at the least to see smiles on other faces and eventually on ours...may be that will give images of the best of lost self, then we can compare it with the new and see an aura invisible to others, visible to us in forms of beams on select faces.
Someone has been lucky as i am one who loves changes, the only thing is one shouldn't demand it lately. This lover of changes exist only till saturation.
Tailpiece: These crazy perceptions are invalid in cases of cohabitation else stay single if you are not ready to change for the better of others and ourselves( in some contexts). Few adamant females might have changed the counterpart to a henpecked or themselves to wife cum mother in distress.Either way changes are inevitable. Don't you see that? huh?
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