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I have to say, don’t ever love so intensely or so deeply that it consumes you. If it is consuming you, it is probably BAD for you. Let me spell it out again – B.A.D.
My friends envied me when they saw him. And us.
Apparently the sparks were so strong you could see them from a mile off.
You know how that feeling is like, right?
We could be in a room full of people and whenever our eyes would meet, for that one brief second it was as if we were alone. Yes, it sounds silly but trust me – it was exactly like this.
I had to forcefully tear my gaze off you. I had to stop being jealous of everyone you spoke to or smiled at.
We’d sneak away and exchange kisses in a corner where we thought no one was watching and giggle, like two naughty teenagers. You’d deliberately slather me with red wine and laugh when my cheeks would turn red with all the excitement.
To my horror, I realized I was smiling at all of these memories.
I’d promised myself that I would not think about it but the brain is a funny organ. A sadist. It will never do what it promises to. So every day, for a couple of minutes I would allow myself to reminisce and then, for the rest of the day I would be on auto – pilot – keeping myself super busy and occupied.
But what had taken a hit most of all was my self esteem. You know what I mean. There you are – happy and content. Not looking for anyone and anything.
Someone comes in your life, leaves a mess behind and makes you wonder –
‘What did I lack? Wasn’t I pretty enough? Was I boring? Was I not successful enough?’
And the worst of all: ‘Didn’t I deserve the respect of being offered an explanation?’
But I knew, deep inside that time…..a lot of time would be the best cure for this malady. Only, it wasn’t working.
To be continued…………..