" Yes....I feel differently about you.... you are not like the other girls I dated... you are different..." ,was his reply to my question "Do you really love me?"
And never ever did I doubt him then, was I silly to trust him so.... Nah, I blame it on my younger self.
Never ever did I doubt him then...
When he broke up with his girlfriend for me...never thought it could happen to me...
When he held my hand, and winked at another...then I did not bother...
When he danced with someone else eye in eye... I never asked why...
When I knew he lied yet hearing him I smiled...
When he fought with his mother... I gave him my shoulder...
When he got another tattoo... even after I told him it was a taboo...
When he first shouted and pushed me away... I told him I am sorry anyway...
When he forgot to call or text for a full day...I forgave him thinking fighting over it is not my way...
No, I never doubted him... but when it was all over I doubted myself...
I doubted my choice for the first time ever...to live, laugh and love...
I doubted my future plans....indeed had many...
I doubted my very existence... felt like a phoenix... into ashes...
And from the ashes I emerged in a bright red color.... this time to live and love longer....
This time, I choose to live: longer, laugh: louder and love: harder...
This time I will dream, and make them come true...
This time onward my very existence will make you feel that yours is an illusion...
And never ever did I doubt him then, was I silly to trust him so.... Nah, I blame it on my younger self.
With love,
Sanjukta.