When Flying Machine asked me if I’d be interested in checking out their Monochrome collection, it struck me that I hadn’t done anything of the sorts till date. I gave in, because life is more on a grayscale than colourful. Life, as we know it, is Neither Black Nor White.
You do not take a person who, for years, has been hobbled by chains and liberate him, bringing him up to the starting line of a race and then say “You are free to compete with all the others” and still justly believe that you have been completely fair. – Carl Degler
I wanted only one thing – I did not want her to marry me, I was too young to even look beyond the current semester in college. I only thought to myself, if she really did love me like I thought she did, it wouldn’t have hurt as much. It was love for the first time. It was love in it’s purest form.
I wanted only one thing – I did not ask for her attention or all the hours of her day. I did not want to spend innumerable hours in her company. Ok, perhaps I did. But I never made it evident.
I wanted only one thing – To be loved back. As pure and honest a love as I sent forth.
Perhaps that was my biggest fault. I expected. I wanted.
And then just like that, she let me go. Without warning. Without sign. Without a hint. It hurt. Like someone reached into my chest through my skin and yanked out my heart. Leaving behind a cavity. A hollow that hasn’t been filled in. The kind of damage that makes you look at all affection with suspicion. Now I was free to go where I wanted to. To do as I desire. To choose the love of my life. I am given no warning. I am resigned to interpret what this meant. About me as a person. About my belief in love. About my ability to love.
I wasn’t left for reality to sort me out. But to the assumptions by head could cook up. Conclusions I could jump to. Fears I could run away from.
My life is Black. My life is White. Monochrome, after all, helps hide the red of anger and the greyish blue of disappointment.
Tragedies will always be found in the things we love. And if we are not willing to see the beauty in losing something that means the world to us, then imagine how terrible it will be to live for them. We must always welcome the end of all things. For sometimes, knowing nothing lasts forever, is the only way we can learn to fall in love with all the moments and all the people that are meant to take our breath away. – R M Drake
Tee, Denim, Pullover, Sunglasses – Flying Machine
Watch – G Shock
Kicks – Nike Air Max 1 Ultra Moire
Hat – New Era Mohammed Ali
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