Chapter 1
It’s been six months since we last talked to each other the way we used to. He has changed. I mean, I don’t even recognize him anymore. He’s a completely different person now—the same one whose day wouldn’t go by without texting me, who wouldn’t go to sleep without saying goodnight, who always bought me Galaxy chocolates, hugged me so tightly, took such extra care of me, and whose eyes always shone brighter whenever he saw me. Now, he doesn’t even acknowledge me.
Let’s just say that because of the distance he created between us, I ended up heartbroken and said many bad things about him out of anger. But I didn’t realize that the people around me were just using me to destroy him. And now, when I finally understand everything, he has gone far away from me. When I look into his eyes now, all I can see is hatred and anger towards me. Nothing else.
It sucks the way the world works. You can do a hundred good things for people, but make one bad mistake, and that’s all they want to remember. Whenever I close my eyes, all the memories hit me like a thousand needles. In these past six months, not a single day has gone by without me thinking about him. I know it’s foolish of me to hope that maybe someday he’ll give me a chance to make things right. But deep down, I know that day will never come.
If I had known he was going to leave me, I would have hugged him tighter the last time. I would have inhaled his scent a little longer. I would have kissed his forehead one last time. Still, I don’t know who was right and who was wrong. When I told him that I did everything out of anger and asked why he left me, he said, “Look at you. I can’t even trust you. You have so much negativity within you. That’s why.”
At that moment, I thought to myself, But when we were in love, I didn’t do anything wrong. All I ever asked for and fought about was spending a little more time with him, asking him to sit with me for a little longer. But it’s also true that I never appreciated his efforts. By the time I realized that mistake, it was too late.
He said that after some time, I would forget him. But how? How can I forget him? And why should I? All these years, he made me the happiest person on this earth. He is not someone I can just forget. Maybe it will take me time to get used to his absence in my life, but I will never forget him. He is the man of my dreams—even if he belongs to someone else now.
When I look back, I see myself as a failed lover. I was overconfident, believing he would never leave me. I thought that because he was older and more mature, he wouldn’t let go of my hand. But look at me now, suffering because of my own mistakes.
