She messaged me again, after a long, long time. On WhatsApp, just like she had done the first time. A storm of emotions rose in my heart, destroying everything else. And despite what I had promised, to never talk to her again, I knew I HAD to reply.
She- Hey, how have you been?
Me- Everything fine. What about you?
She- Nothing too bad with me either. Can I ask you something?
Me- Sure, what is it?
She- Did it hurt you too, when we decided to stop talking?
Me- Do you want the truth?
She- Yes, of course.
Me- It felt as if I had been asked to stop breathing forever. And been cursed that I couldn’t die despite that either. All I would do would keep on living in a state of slowly increasing, never-ending agony. It was as if someone took away my heart and left an empty space behind with the ability to feel nothing but pain.
And that was as true as it could be. When she left, it was as if I lost my voice. The guy who had been the author, always coming up with new pieces, was silenced. What the world couldn’t do with all its meanness, a broken heart did in an instant.
“You are a free kite and I do not want to be the tether that holds you down”, that was what she had said when she had left. But my dear, what you forgot was that the tether does not hold down the kite but keeps it in flight. How ironic, when we get rid of the very things that we think are holding us down when they were the ones due to which we were able to soar.
She- I have no clue what to say now.
Me- I don’t expect you to have one. I told you what you mean to me not because I wanted to hear something back. I just told you so that you knew.
She- You think we can begin again?
Me- You sure about it?
She- What’s the worst that could happen, right?
Me- Sure, crashed and burned we already have. What could be worse that could happen?
To second chances, to second loves, to feeling whole again. Try and fall in love again. What’s the worst that could happen? Your broken heart would be broken again?
But what if, just what if, it got mended?
But something is stopping me… Some fear that you will again leave me because you will always get better than me. There is always someone better than anyone..!