Our story ended. Memories are slipping away. I move forward accepting that we no longer share the same world. The same dreams. The same heart. I accepted that you are not the right fit to my heart, but my, how much I wished and prayed that you would be.

The days come back, as tears run down the cheeks. Echoes of our laughter, our innocence.
I now hate the city we grew up, you know. I hate the beach, the salty breeze. I am glad I am out of the country, now in another, building my life again.

The shards of pain still remain. I wonder if they became part of me. It’s been three years since I last saw you in the flesh. But the image is still in front of my eyes. I would have never let you go, had I known you would leave forever.
I still have difficulty making peace with the thought that you took great happiness in betraying me.

I felt like I had died when you happily told to consider this as a punishment. And yet, I live still.

I sometimes wish I did not, because this pain it seems is so in love with me. I sometimes wish you had stayed with me instead. Now, I have heard you are getting married to the same man you cheated on me with. So, you truly never regretted what you did. Where does that leave me? Alone, but not weak. Would you believe that I did not let anyone touch me all this time? Nope, I stayed single. Out of choice. My eyes hide oceans, and they come ashore at night. And in the morning too, they flood. Even now, at this very word. I really loved you, and I wrestled so much to accept that not everyone stays. But you could have left without hurting me so much.

The way you painted me as a monster was a masterpiece. I embraced it like a last gift from you. It was cold like steel and warm like fur. Burned me and protected me. In this story of ours, I still remain and you too, as a ghost. I cannot bring myself to love another. You really did a number on me. And no, I will never see you nor speak with you. My pride won’t let me. But my heart, wishes you the best.

May our dreams that burnt at least keep you warm. May this life at least make you smile forever.
May you never be haunted by my memories. May your life be full of sweet and blissful events hereafter.
No, I don’t wish that on me. My heart is in bits. I wish to see my maker one day and there, at his feet, I will lay our dreams, my tears and my heart for all to see.

Despite the things you did, I did not retaliate with a single hurtful thing to you. Not a single act of revenge. And it doesn’t make me a saint. It was the final act of love from me to you.

I will carry this pain forever I guess, since it feels as though it won’t leave me. A drop of tear, not to wish harm but the immense love of our dreamt life haunts me. Your name is now poison to me. But it was all the nectar in the world for me at one speck in time. Tears are all that are left for me.

I do not wish anything but your happiness. I tried. I really did. But it doesn’t matter now.
May God bless you, stranger. I am glad that once you were mine. No one can take that away from me. And that’s where I rest and end this story.