Happy Ending?
“Hey, you know it has been a year since we are off the relation and yet I feel like I am reliving that nightmare every day. The day when you said those three words “We broke off” that completely shattered me into pieces. You said that we aren’t compatible and our life goals are different and there is no match for us, yet I felt we could have made it all work just fine. I cry for you every night. The bad dreams that you used to shield me from are growing day by day. I am still waiting for you to come back. I want you to accept me, to understand me, for us to go back to our happy bubble. I revisited all the places that we have once visited to recreate all our memories again, just this time I was all alone. My friends have started to think that maybe I am emotionally unstable and that I live single minute without mentioning or referring to you.
I don’t feel ashamed to accept it that yes I am mad for you, crazy for your love. I want our love story to have a happy ending. I have loved you ever since we were friends. I have seen you break so many hearts yet I felt that when it would come to my heart you will preserve it. You are my knight in shining amour. You always said to me that I am your special friend, your only “go to” buddy. What happened to all those things? With whom do you share all your thoughts? Do you still miss me? Do you miss my love or my friendship? Was it so easy for you to move ahead? Did you also cried like me?
I am ready to make all the adjustments with you. I am ready to take all the blame if it ensures you walking back to my life. I love you so very much. I am sad baby, please come back to me. I need you.
Hey
I was standing right beside you and you were with a random girl whom you claimed you be your girlfriend but I am sure it won’t last much long. I was the longest relation you ever had when it came to love. I visited that golgappa vendor every Thursday since our breakup only in the hope that one day I will see you there. You will be there again on your one knew proposing me back for lifetime like you did on 14th July one of the best Thursday’s of my life. I expect that you would still remember that place and day.
Baby, I know there is no begging in love but I beg you. Please come back to me.
Your true love is waiting for you.
Amesha”
This was the 50th time that I was writing this letter yet I was not satisfied with my words. I was unable to pour the feelings into right words. I tore the page and bumped it into the near by dustbin. I no longer need to even look at the direction of dustbin as I already know where it’s place by practising the throw for past 49 times.
“You know, you should just give up on him and move on.” A sweet sexy good looking guy just said this to me with one of my letter in his hand.
“Sorry?”
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“This guy for whom you are writing. I think you will find someone better.” He said
“Well thanks for your concerns. But..”
“No buts, see I have read this letter. Infact I read ten of them. I know that’s like breaching privacy but one of your letter just hit my head and hence I started reading it. I get it your love is true and you can’t move on. But you have to understand that he is a douche. He doesn’t love you or even remotely understand your love. You are wasting your time on an undeserving person. If you want I can help you to move on?”
“Ok? I am sorry for paper to hit you but I. really like if you don’t interfere in my work.”
“I know you think me creepy person who reads your letter and comes to talk to you. But I really felt your heart ache. I also had some similar story and I would really like to help you out. Please ” He was too desperate to be the good guy in my book. But Mom has advised me better to stay away from unknown. But this guy here he looks so cute and is also helping me in good faith. Can I trust him?
“You seem to be a good person. But all this is part of my story and not MY STORY. I am a writer.“
“Ohh! I thought…” he was at loss of words and his face was red from shame. Looking at him made me giggle but I know that was not right way to react. He just turned more red, if that was possible hearing me laugh.
“Sorry, it was really sweet of you to come and try to talk me out of my nonexistent sad love story. I am Anamika.”
“Hi, I am Rishi. I am never been this humiliated when meeting a cute girl.”
“Rishi, are you hitting on me?”
“If it’s working then yes.” He said starching his neck cutely.
“Maybe yes.”
And that is how my happy love story started.
