I guess was trying to play a game of hide and seek here..this was a sort of continuation of the death series which I posted some time back..This was about the natural love called “youth” which is always followed by a sort of helpless hated twenties. Quarter life crisis anybody?
btw a little more on “you” and “me”..youth to many of us is something which we never realize..even as I type this I don’t realize how precious time this is where we get to do what we want, with not much to worry about, with enough energy to wake up on our own when we fall down, both physically and financially. So its never “me” its always “you” who has given this without us realizing it.
The hatred is something where “I” am totally responsible for.