He told me I am heartless. He wanted me to be with him.
His interactions with me ranged from accusing me of everything that is wrong with his life to how much he cannot even live a day without me. He told me that he needed me and wanted me to no end, that I should give him a chance to make me happy.
He told me how wonderfully perfect I was and how much I make his life better. And then there were days when he could not stop criticizing the same “wonderfully perfect” person. I listened to him. Perhaps, I shouldn’t have but I had learned to be patient… and also be indifferent.
I know that he wanted me, that he loved me. But there is a difference between loving a person and loving the idea of a person. I knew that at the end of it all, I was replaceable. I am a wonderful idea, but that is all I am. An idea. I knew I will not amount to anything more.
I was the best and the worst person—best for being ‘wonderfully perfect’ and worst for not reciprocating his emotions the way he wanted me to. But I knew that he will *love* me until he finds someone else.
And it finally happened.
And the worst? It happened after changing me
Can you blame me?
3 comments:
That was good , really! I thought you had been speaking about the reflection all the while , but the twist was cool ! :) Enjoyed the read !
@ saket
thnks :)
oh btw i apologise for rplyin late 2 ur comnts at tmes bt i stil luv it wen i get dem...u r d most regular reader of my blog n i luv evrytme i get a comnt frm u :)
@shaivi: i may be the most regular reader of your blog but you know that most of your posts are so personal in nature that commenting on them wouldn't be appropriate for a stranger like me.
Still, keep writing for if it helps, there's nothing better.
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