Do you remember these days? Well, i cant even ask you these questions. It's sad ig. I had so many of them. Infact more than the questions, i had the answers. I'll say this when you'll tell me this and that when you'll say that. Because I believed that one day you'd surely come back. You'll realise that you fucked up. And I'd be so mad but somehow you'll convince me and we'll be back to our fairy tale. The first picture, I look so happy, don't i? Yes. You are there behind that hand of mine. It was new years eve and we were together. Together on cloud nine. So in love. But it was just me I guess. The second picture? That's the day you decided that you've had enough of the relationship tag. It was over. Officially. Why did you call back? Why were about to cry when you did? And why was your first line, "I though that she isn't calling, maybe I should."? You broke it off, right? It was your plan. I didn't even want it then why all of that? Why were we still stealing glances of each other in the college? And why did you care so much about my every move? Why did you start calling me maniacally when I fell ill? Why did you start talking to me all over again after that? And if you cared SO fucking much, how could break it off and find another girl to the same with after a week? Was it really SO fucking easy for you? Here I am, writing about it for the first time, 1.5 years after our breakup. Yes. 1.5 fucking years. Maybe even more than that. 1.5 years back, we stopped talking. You found a new girl. You gave her cute nicknames. She used to call you cute and you used to get so happy. You used to watch her every step and be with her all the time and i was there. Watching. Unable to register what the fuck just happened? Took me fucking 8 months to finally admit it to myself that you were with her. You posted your picture, ofcourse with her. Looking at her all dreamily. First few months, I couldn't even believe it. It was happening right in front of me. Ofcourse I saw it but never believed it. Trusted you more than I trusted myself. Maybe we aren't supposed to do that. Maybe in this world, we're supposed to be selfish. But what do I do now? It's been fucking years and here I am, writing all of this bullshit for the first time. It was difficult to write all of this before. Read a quote somewhere, "Maybe if it meant a little less, I'd be able to talk about it more." Yeah, same. I'll find a way to carry on ig. Enjoy with your new, new girl. Yeah, I heard you've even broken the other one's heart. And i feel fucking sorry for her. I've always did. Idk why. But I did. She too, like me, fell for a jerk like you. Such idiots we were. She'll too move on, ig. Anyways, fuck you asshole.
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