Addicted to heartbreak.

A heartache so severe it broke his heart in two. But so familliar and addiciting that the scars were not a few. Heart broken and mended in the similar spot a million times. 

A vicious cycle of hurt and happiness. He had become addicted to. Causing storms in the calm sea for a little thrill_some adrenaline.

Intentionally causing thunders become so eratic, it hit him in the heart and broke it in two. The storm usually calmed after that. And the reparative phase would begin a little rain and a little sun shine followed by tiny little blossoms and chirping of the birds. But soon he would get too used to it waiting for the storm to begin soon. 

He was addicited to the hurt. The lonely dessert of broken hearts had become his home. He visited the sunny beach and the green oasis, in the neighbourhood, every now and then, but he longed to be here in the end, all by himself_ Alone.

May be it was a scared little part of him. Reminding him a fearful memory from the past where he was left alone in that place on purpose. And the months that followed that day, those which he spent, mending his heart, working his way out. Only to be put in the same spot once again. 

For people he was cruel and horrid but in his heart he was still the same scared person left alone in his company. 

A heart that had become fond of thunders because it peirced the starkness of silence.

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