Yesterday, I told him about you. I told him about the day we first met. I told him about the day, we ran away from the Christmas party to be somewhere peaceful and had our own slow dance under the moonlight.
I told him about the day, we fought with each other only because you said that Friends sucks. I told him about the day, you wiped my tears before planting a kiss on my lips. And how in that moment, every wrong felt right.
The kiss didn’t take my breath away but made me feel safe.
What I didn’t tell him is that, I miss you. Everyday, I try to find you in him. That, I feel like cheating on you by being with him. I don’t feel like home in his heart. It has been with you. It was always you.
Yesterday, I told him about you.
There’s a reason why we hold on to some people for too long. Everytime you try to let go a little, the more you cling to them. You know that they won’t reply, still you don’t want to lose a single opportunity of getting them back again. You don’t mind calling them 20 times a day, even apologizing for for mistakes that you didn’t even commit. You always remind them of your cute little memories, having time of your lives. Those late night conversations, morning brunches, surprise birthday parties and the way you pick up each others scattered pieces. That’s the kind of impact some people create on our lives. The problem is, you gave them a bit if too much of yourself and now it’s so difficult to get it all back.
All those letters, I wanted to send you, now rest peacefully inside the four walls of my cupboard. I don’t wish to send them. Because, the girl that penned those sad words down, is not there anymore.
I am not that girl, who would constantly look at the phone in case you text me or something like that.
I am not that girl, who would sit at the park bench and sulk at the happiness around.
I am not that girl, who would spend sleepless nights thinking about what could have possibly went wrong.
I am not that girl anymore.
I am that girl, who believes that some things in this world doesn’t stay forever, it has to end someday. Even the pain.
I am that girl, who believes that to survive here you don’t need anybody else to love you. You can be your own lover too.
I am that girl, who believes that if it didn’t work out with you, maybe it will work with someone more better.