This emptiness that I live with; this unending story that
you decided to write on me, I still sit on the last page of it.
It doesn’t
matter what I feel because what matters is what you believed in.
I have heard a lot about myself, but you were the first to
believe I fooled you. It did not matter
what else you said in the fit of your anger; it did not matter what else
happened.
Tell me how did you manage to
break me down with that one line?
Every time I took decisions to see myself happy, I ended up
disappointing the ones I care for the most. Every time I took those decisions, I
brought more unhappiness to me than ever before.
In last four years, I expected nothing. I only
wanted to give everything I could in the time I had with me. I tried doing my best.
It never mattered what I achieved; it mattered what I gave.
Countless people congratulated me for what I got. What they didn’t know was
that I lost the person I genuinely loved.
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"You said you do not want to see my face. You won't.
I took all my belongings that day but I left my smile back there. I won't come back for it.
It is easier to believe I erred and live with it than disrespecting you by believing I was right."
Written by Vrushali Deshpande
