people learn to lie

I waited for ages for signs if I could be in a relationship again. Of course pain was the reason why. My heart once was weak and my mind was gullible and somebody told me “I love you” but didn't mean it. So I quit on loving. 

Quitters don’t win—sure is a proven adage, but it has become a cliché with less credibility. Thus it's all wrong agreeing with it all the time. When I told myself my heart had to convalesce and decided to cease from giving special attention to supposed “special people,” I felt more secured. Thus, quitting doesn’t always mean losing. It also means protecting oneself; shielding the heart from the threats of decisive tongues and cunning gestures.  You see, quitting cuts both ways. But these were mere realizations. People are stubborn so realizations don’t matter. 

And history attempts to repeat itself. Somebody came but I’d learned to lie. 

So I went and played the field—clinging onto the slightest hope I would run into someone then friction follows. Many a times i would guess it happened but would later realize that I was kidding myself again. It’s indeed not easy to compel the heart to give what it doesn’t have. But life runs like a wheel. I met someone and my emotional bank gained unexpected interest. I was finally ready to be in a relationship again. 

But history repeats itself. And all people learn to lie.