It had to end...one way or the other ...

There’s always something one believes in. I believed that that my questions will be answered till the time I learnt that it is sometimes better to forget the questions itself rather than seeking answers. The chase to look for that missing part of my life – things that I always wanted to know, had to end. I knew how it would end but I still tried that it would end and complete my story. I wanted the last laugh. I never stopped chasing and in that process the answers really took off to far away land. This is when I realized that I was still chasing because I had never let go. I had never let go because it was never finished. It was never finished because I wanted it to end my way and it never happened my way because he never gave me an opportunity. My story is unfinished because of him. It the the unfinished that still triggers the chase.