There was once a perfect boy, one whose smile was to die for, one whose charm was uninhibited, one whose warmth was limitless, and one whose talents were multi-faceted. This boy...was perfect. Wholesome. Cute. Humane. Gentle. Giving. And as loving as you make 'em.
This boy was the cynosure of sweet smiles, gentle and demure eyes, and a coterie of female fan following. He was lissome, loving, and compassionate, and these qualities made people flock to him like bees to honey. People were attracted to the generous gifts he was endowed with, like the gift of the gab, and the ability to perceive as well as think. He was fond of music, reading, writing, learning, and was tolerant of everyone and sweet-tempered as well as giving and brave.
This boy decided to trust a girl Prerana for some time. And all was well until he communicated what she already knew - that he and she were not on the same page, and it is time she moved on. This is the 27-year-old girl's monologue:
I was broken and devastated for a time, constantly peeling myself off of the floor and choosing to drink my dinners instead of taking care of myself. I lost 15 pounds and found myself in the arms of people who made me feel colder than when she was sleeping on the laminate. I was angry for a time. All bitter comebacks and spitting whiskey and preaching about how I couldn’t wait to stare down the girl who decided her place was between you and me. I gained a lot of scar tissue that I used to protect myself from the ability to ever sympathize with girls who “just fell in love” ever again. I turned to people more broken than me, attempting to put them back together with scotch tape and sheer will power. But instead I ended up being sliced by their jagged edges and left in even a more disastrous mess than when you decided all I deserved was a 20 minute phone call on Valentine’s Day letting me know you felt differently.
I’ve reached a certain level of peace when it comes to our breakup.
You no longer come up in everyday conversation, and I’m almost certain we could pass each other on the street without double taking these days.
I did a lot of things when we broke up. Without question, piecing myself back together has been the most difficult.
But maybe if I’d fought for you, I never would have had to in the first place."
She knows she never deserved the perfect boy's love. She knows he doesn't deserve a spiteful, bitchy girl because their wavelengths would never match. He deserves more. he deserves wine dinners and hand holding and warmth and shared laughter and great conversations. He deserves love and light and acceptance and someone who won't use his weaknesses against him. He has already found what he deserves, and he and she are both holding on for dear life. They love each other. She knows that...and it is time to let go.