There comes a time in your life when you make life-changing decisions. Leaving your job and moving to another country are some of them. But being involved in relationships are definitely on top of the list. Unless you’re in it simply for the adrenaline rush, getting out of one is definitely a hell lot more difficult than getting into one. After getting sky-high with the romantic part, personalities start to clash as priorities begin to conflict. The psych-war, or the war of the roses, rears its ugly head. When two outspoken personalities collide, hell will have to freeze over before one relents and gives in.
But when do you say enough is enough. When the going gets tough? What if the seemingly eternal conflict that threatens to tear you apart is precisely the only thing that binds you together? What if that is the only thing that you have in common? Is it worth keeping?
When senseless debates have replaced playful banter, when the funny appears insulting, when the seemingly innocuous suddenly becomes catastrophic, in other words, when a dream becomes a nightmare, what do you do?
But what if, paralyzed by fear, of being alone, of being left alone in the void, you’d be willing to pay whatever price to avoid being in a limbo. Is being in prison really a better deal than being out there in outer space, with the stars and all, but all alone?
But when do you say enough is enough. When the going gets tough? What if the seemingly eternal conflict that threatens to tear you apart is precisely the only thing that binds you together? What if that is the only thing that you have in common? Is it worth keeping?
When senseless debates have replaced playful banter, when the funny appears insulting, when the seemingly innocuous suddenly becomes catastrophic, in other words, when a dream becomes a nightmare, what do you do?
But what if, paralyzed by fear, of being alone, of being left alone in the void, you’d be willing to pay whatever price to avoid being in a limbo. Is being in prison really a better deal than being out there in outer space, with the stars and all, but all alone?
How do you navigate a seemingly turbulent passageway? Would you prefer to meander through life leading a boring existence of quiet afternoons, 8 p.m. bedtimes and righteous 7th Heaven lectures, or would you rather plunge yourself into vividly colorful episodes full of drama, suspense and even soft porn, but would probably send you straight to hell?
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