I am sorry.
I am really sorry.
He texted me these lines hundred of times.
He called me restlessly.
I ignored him endlessly.
You broke my heart.
You stabbed my naked soul.
I cried for days and nights.
Mornings and evenings didn’t existed anymore.
Why should I forgive you?
With each outburst my heart mended.
My tears become less attached to you.
After months you will be a mere memory.
A blurred and unclear memeory.
(After many months)
‘I don’t want to be in a relationship right now, ‘I said firmly to the guy who had just proposed me.
He looked straight into my eyes.
‘No place for love in my life, ‘I said stonely then before.
‘Everybody needs love and care. You just don’t want another heartbreak, ‘he said and walked away.
At some point he was right.
© Archit Sharma
Not scared of love. Scared of another heartbreak.