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Escape Route


He was my escape route and I did not have the heart to tell him that. I could see that he was fully into me but I …I wasn't. I had grown into the habit of finding an escape route and he was just one of them. 
It had started after I fell in love....like really fell in love. You love a lot of people in life but I believe that you just fall in love once...just once and at other times you just are searching for that one person in others.
I knew our destinies would never meet or if they do, it would break many hearts and many relations. I  had to stay away.  Everyday was a challenge for me and I had to find a way out and then finally I found the escape route, a guy whom he detests and that guy had something for me. 
I would hang with this other guy and my guy never bothered me really Though it was really tough but it some how worked for me. College ended and so did my escape route, we moved to different cities and continued to be friends till ‘we’ could and then it was over. But I never got over my love.

 It worked somehow for me. Whenever I was down with life's issues, I searched for an escape route. He could be a friend, colleague, junior, senior, girl, boy, dog, painting, songs, sleeping, just anything.
But I would admit that opposite gender always works. They prove to be the best escape route but I would admit this too that it is an Addiction!!!

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