Dear roadside romeo, I still remember the day when you held my hand tightly and said that you love me. I ran away from there. Why did you get committed with the other girl the very next week if you loved me? You were the one who made me believe that true love doesn’t exist.
Dear class lover, I still remember the way you used to stare at me in the class. I always used to keep my gaze down. But our eyes used to meet for a fraction of seconds. Why did you not tell me about the love? I know, you’d have thought that you’d be jeopardising our friendship. But my dear, you’ll have to tell people about your feelings. This thing made me feel that you’re afraid of rejection. But that was wrong. If you love someone truly, just go there and tell them because no one knows what happens after that.
Dear first lover, I still remember the way you made me realise that all men aren’t the same. You were different. I still miss the way you used to talk to me. I sort of used to find solace in your words. You were the first person who made me believe that love exists. And sadly, you were also the first who broke me. I felt like I will never ever forget you. Why did you regret talking to me? When I stopped showing my love, you thought that I might have forgotten you. But my dear, love is never ever forgotten, even when you stop displaying it. And now, I don’t find solace while talking to you.
Dear liar, I still remember the way you used to talk to me. Do you remember that day when you told me about your dad? I felt really very bad for you. I really loved the way you were, without any filters. You never fulfilled the standards of being my partner. The only thing which attached me to you emotionally was that I thought you’d never ever lie to me. But again, I was wrong.
Dear college lover, I still remember when I was broken and then I met you. You were the one who always knew that I was sad only by looking into my eyes. I still remember the way you used to send me your songs. But I was always confused whether you were dedicating those songs to me or just sending them to me because they were good. But yes, I really loved the way you used to be because you always made me smile and always understood me even when I didn’t tell you clearly about anything that I was feeling.
Dear online friend, I still remember the way you used to talk to me. There was an effort in each text. And I really appreciate it. You never hurt me. The only thing I disliked about you is that you never talked to me in reality and spoke a lot virtually. But my dear, if you love someone you should have enough courage to tell that to that person.
Dear silent observer, I still remember the day when you drunk-dialled my number and told me about your life. For the first time after that breakup, I felt like telling someone about my life, my pains, my emotions. I found my solace in you. You know, the best thing about us was that I didn’t want anything from you nor did I expect anything from you. I only wanted you to just be there for me as you always had been.
Today, I’m here writing about all of you not because I’m missing you all, but because I was just thinking about myself and then I realised that if I would’ve not met you, I would never have been like this.
Thank you so much because the pain which you inflicted on me made me a beautiful and a strong woman who loves her scars as much as she loves her own self.