To the guy who once called me his
life and now calls me a slut,
Remember the time when we met,
how instantly we connected and at that very moment I knew we’re gonna grow old
together. Remember how you used to write all those long beautiful letters to me
and how we used to talk till midnight sitting in your balcony and sipping the perfect
hot cup of tea made by you. I can still
feel how bad you felt and you were almost in tears when I told you my past experiences.
I can still feel the agony and hatred and anger you had for all those men who ever put me down. Remember, when the first thing you wanted to see in the morning was
my face and the last thing you wanted to do before sleeping was kissing my
forehead. How you used to call me your life and how used to love me like one day I would
be your wife. Remember how you used to respect me like your mom and
made promises to keep me like the royal crown on your head.
There’s a reason I’m trying to
remind you all those moments. I’m reminding you how good we were until things
started turning out bad between us. How blessed we were with each other until I
remembered the priorities and goals of my life are different from yours. How much happy we were like an inspirational and favourite couple for everyone until I found out that happiness was just a illusion in my
mind and I was enjoying the outside scenic beauty from a cage.
I broke the cage!
I broke all the chains you had were holding me with, to experience the world, to taste the free river water, to dance in
the dense forests, to travel the world outside my window and to make my spectacular
mark on the world. And just when I swear to live my life to the fullest, you
happened to be the biggest stone in my way. And I LEFT YOU. I left you not to insult you or hurt your ego
but because of the suffocation of dead relationship I was going through. I left
you because of your lack of commitments towards me and our relationship and our
future. But I tried before leaving; I swear I did try my level best to make a
beautiful US.
Things turned out real ugly and
bad and I knew that I had to go my way. I knew we’re not meant to be together.
Yes, we loved each other but I guess loving was not enough to keep each other
happy. We never saw each other again and believe me I have no complaints in my
heart for you. It’s just I have a question for you. Question about the love you
showed me once and about the respect you created a whole scene with. I want to
question your words and for the sake of all those beautiful moments we spent together,
you have to answer me. You have to answer me about the bad mouthing behind my
back. For calling me a SLUT and other bad names. I just have a question that if
I’m a slut, how come you fell for me. How come you wanted to marry me and make
cute little babies and cut to the future of us having so many grand kids playing
in our garden!?
But leave it. There’s no point of
clearing out stuff. There is no point I will believe you again and make you my
universe. I am not seeking for answers, just an advice to all those guys out
there who first call girls their life and then judge their characters after
breakup. Just look back to your words and all those promises you made to respect
her all your life. Be a man of your words because karma will always come back
to you my friend. Before calling that girl a slut think about your sister at
home. Think about your mom waiting for you at home. She was once your life and
now your life is a SLUT, does it sound right?!
Yours,
once your life and now GOD knows!
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