Years from now, one day, when you've moved on, to live in a mundane city full of clichés and stereotypes, you will come across my name. It maybe a casual sign on your commute back to your sweet home or someone just pops it out during one of your conversations. Your eyes would glaze and your mind would instinctively, first, reel to the unpleasant memories we had. The fights that tore us apart. The words that stabbed through our hearts. The questions that were abandoned, left unanswered.
You suddenly snap out of it, back to the present and swear never to think about me, again. You look down at your hands and realize that's where I touched you, for the first time. As that memory comes flooding back, you let yourself a faint smile at that awkward moment we shared. How my clumsy, sweaty hands met your gentle, thin fingers. As your eyes glance upon your wedding ring, you remember the struggle we had to face with our families. Inter-caste marriage has always been a taboo, hasn't it? And suddenly another memory comes crashing down.
The time we met, when we were sure it would be, for the last time. You had tears rolling down your cheeks. Oh your rosy, plump cheeks that I have always gazed with admiration! As I wiped your tears, you said those dreary words, "It's not working out. Let's break up.".
I was speechless. It hit me right in my stomach, out of the blue. It was denial, at first. I couldn't get myself to my senses on what you had just said. I tried consoling you. I tried reassuring you. I tried comforting you. But I knew you. Well enough to know when your mind's set on something. I knew this was that something. You just got up and left me stranded, all alone, just like who I was from the time before you came.
You would never know what happened next. You would never know what I had to go through. You would never know how hollow and sunken my heart had become. But it's fine. I realized I loved you too much enough to let you go. Eventually, I came to my terms. Of course, I had lost a part of me in the process, but I managed to come out unscathed.
In a flash, you snap out of your reverie and notice a small drop of tear trickle down. You wipe it off and think how your life has turned out, after me. It must have probably turned out well.
We had our moments. We had our dreams. We loved each other passionately. We stood by each other. But, Life didn't turn out to be what we wanted it to be. Isn't it always like that? We never get what we want the most. But I'm happy for you, because I loved you with all my heart and I really wanted you to be happy, even if it was without me. But deep down, I knew I would always be that special someone to you. I would always reside in that corner of your big heart. Life and Love hasn't been fair to us.
Maybe someday, Life would turn out as we wanted it to be. I would, definitely, live to watch that happen.