Sweet Adieu

Finally the day arrived. The day I dreaded. The day I never wanted to see. Today morning – he called up and said ‘I am getting married and hence …’. Though I somewhere knew this was to happen some day or the other, the way it happened is disturbing. He did not even have the guts to tell me this clearly. To add on he also said ‘Even I am feeling bad but when I heard what mummy was trying to say, I thought she was right.’

So a telephone conversation brought an end to everything. I saw my dreams of being his bride fall like a pack of cards. I had no option but to hang up as any amount of arguing or explaining would not work.

To be honest I still can’t hate him. I am not a saint and nor a big believer in concepts like ‘unconditional love’. I am going to miss him. And all that happened between us - the long telephonic conversations, the dates, the gifts, the ten thousand ways of saying ‘I love you’ and the cute little journey back home. The moments we spent together are truly one of the most cherished memories of my life.

It’s strange how a five minute conversation has made me his past. But the sooner I accept it, the better it is. After making a promise to myself - I shall never cry for him, I am now thinking how I could move on. From changing my passwords, to my habit of scribbling our names together on the last page of my note pad, thinking of how I could fit into his family, etc I shall conserve all my energies for my second love (now my only love) and that is writing.