I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended.
Having seen many summers and failed relationships, I always wanted to warn my daughter about the pitfalls ahead, when she ventured into a relationship. I wanted to tell her it’s not worth it in the long run, and she might as well focus on building a career and life for herself.
But something stopped me each time. She had a right to live her own life, and learn from experience. It was not right to burden her with my perspective.
Maybe she was born luckier than I was. Maybe she succeeds this time around. I wished her well, and wanted all the happiness in the world to be bestowed on her.
Surprisingly or not, the dream ended every time. Maybe, she was burdened with my perspective, with or without spoken words.