Why are we so blind to see...

I remember hearing this song when i was in my MBA days.. dont remember the title or for that matter the singer either... just these 2 lines stuck in my head...

Oh why are we... so blind to see...

That the ones we hurt... are you and me...

Its the truest statement and assessment for almost every relationship i have been a part of or even observed closely. The people who hurt us the most are always the ones we care about the most - and vice versa. Of course its self-explanatory why it hurts more.

but a bigger tragedy is when we kind of start ignoring each other... or taking the US for granted. Because you can recover from a difference of opinion, but not from your partner not having an opinion at all on things which matter to you, or sometimes YOU.

So i guess thats enough of a context to explain why the lines below were coming to me a few days back...

When the hug gets a little loose,

The conversations get a bit stilted

When the presence makes you wish for absence...Know that the hearts are wilting.
When the touch becomes routineAnd the thoughts get mundaneWhen a deep sigh is your hourly routine...Know that the minds are distancing...
When you long for a moment of togetherness sitting next to each other,When things unsaid are more than thoughts shared,When judgements come faster than support...know that the end is nigh....x

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