The murderer

I would like to recite a parable.

Once there was a man. He always used to put himself before others and would make sure that they were doing good in life.

He met a girl. He fell in love with her. He put his everything into the relationship, but it wasn’t enough for the girl and she left him for someone else. He hit rock bottom, but he picked himself up again and every single person he fell in love with had left him.

There was this one girl he had met. His last, he said. She was the one for him or so he felt.

It was good.

Until, a third person came in. The third person fed him lies. Lies about incidents that never happened. This troubled the mind of the selfless man and he had made some rash decisions. 

In the end, he had lost everything and had hit rock bottom again where he would remain.

He had killed his emotions, feelings, and whatever love he had left in his heart that had now become ice cold.

He was his own murderer.

A murderer of his own emotions and feelings.