Let me write you a story.
This is not about all the romantic joys you have given me
but all the pains you brought into my naïve heart. This story lingers on the
sleepless nights that you have caused me by breaking my heart and destroying my
soul. This story is all about you and all the dumb shits you possess. Quite a
talent, my dear!
I remember the time when you were frustrated because I didn’t
show the world how lucky I am to have you. I remember that look in your face –
I slapped your ego.
I remember how you wanted me to be proud that I was your
girl- cloaked with your thoughts that you are the most ravishing guy whom all
girls die for.
I remember how you often told me that I should be thrilled I
was your choice and not the other girls around drooling for your attention.
I remember how you always dump me or making me the prettiest
wall flower because you have a gig to attend to and you wanted me to scream
that you’re the hottest of them all.
I remember how you cuddled me like a puppet so I would
conform to everything you say and anything you wanted me to do.
I remember watching you looking at other girls showing off
your cutest smile. I remember how my heart bled looking at those eyes not
wanting me.
I remember how you shattered my being – telling me that I
wasn’t good enough for you, that I wasn’t the one you dreamt of, that I was
just an ordinary girl – lost and insecure.
I remember.
Now, I remember the moment when I finally told you to set me
free. I remember you were surprised that I have the guts to leave you.
I remember that look in my face – happy and free.
Tell me, was it a surprise?
Perhaps, I will never see you cry losing me. Perhaps, I was
not a great loss.
Perhaps, I am just nothing to you.
But today, I was happy.
For once in my life, I learned to
ignore the person I loved most.
