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How are you?
A conclusion that is as absolute and as painfully inevitable as death itself
“How are you?”
A heavy sigh reverberated through the receiver. “Ugh, you called again? I’ve tried explaining this to you so many times. I’ve pleaded with you. Please, just live your own life and let me breathe. How many times, and in how many ways, do I have to spell it out? Whatever we had is in the past. I don’t love you anymore. I have moved on, and for your own sake, you need to move forward too.”
My words stumbled out through the lump in my throat. “I’m trying, you know… I’m trying so hard. But I am utterly exhausted from fighting this war against my own mind. People are calling me obsessed, a psycho. They call me shameless and pathetic. But I… I just can’t seem to let go. Why does it have to hurt this much?”
The response was stripped of the warmth I once knew by heart. “When love was right there, waiting for you, you didn’t know how to value it. What is the point of crying over it now? I am doing well. I hope you find a way to be well, too…”
Leaving behind those sharp words, he disconnected, vanishing into the faceless crowd of the city. Becoming just another stranger.
However, as the deafening silence settled around me, I learned a profound lesson that day. I…
