Chapter 1
It's very easy to give someone up or so I thought. These days my thoughts don't exactly hold much value in my own court of morality so maybe I should stop giving them this much importance.
One year is a long time isn't it?
I have been friends with you for two years and have been in love with you for one year and yet it was very easy for you to get bored of me. You can't deny what I just said . This time I saw your thoughts in black and white.
Its been one week since I went through your chats with her and I am still trying to act like nothing is wrong. Even though I cry myself to sleep every night I smile every morning when I see you.
Chetna said that people only use the word bored for whores and slut. Did you think of me that way?
I stop writing and take a breath. My brain has to remind me every 40 seconds to breathe. Its funny how even a simple task like breathing can turn into a burden for you. I close my eyes and try to sleep. Nothing. Just a void.
It was my last day today and you didn't even look at me. I practically begged for you to stop but you didn't. Finally I gave up and tried to stop you by getting a hold of your bag. I looked at you. For the first time in 2 years I really looked at you.
Your brown eyes were cold.
Leave.
One word.
I left but I couldn't just walk out of your life like that! I had made you a gift. A sculpture of something you loved.
I went to your class in the 3rd period. You were laughing with your friends. Even now after 2 years my heart did a double take.
You saw me and got up to leave. I did not look at you. I just thrust the gift in your hands.
Take it.
You threw it away.
I picked it up and gave it to you again.
Take it.
Why?
Because I made it for you.
If you made it keep it. The cruelty of those words weren't lost on me.
I grabbed your bag and thrust it inside your first pouch.
You walked away. You did not turn back.
6th period.
I knew she had something to do with this. You were mine. Undisputedly mine before she came. She was responsible for this I was sure of that.
I went to the reception to get your phone, thankfully the receptionist was stupid enough to believe that it was my phone.
I read your messages. They broke me.
Please tell me you are not the same person I fell in love with.
The rest of the day passed in a blur. You were somehow always around. I couldn't cry so I laughed like a maniac. I laughed and laughed and laughed.
I laughed at my stupidity.
I laughed because I thought we were a forever story.
