Dating : Break-Up And A False Love Story

I loved her. I have written about her exclusively here. Wrote paeans of love for her. My First Love she was and will remain in my heart. Beautiful. Hot. Intelligent. Everything she has. Except I can’t be with her. Why? Because we belong to a different community. That’s what she told me. Maybe, she could have told this when I confessed my love to her. She forgot to mention this? Or is this an another excuse in her long running stories of how to frame Me as the one who broke her hear?

I feel terrible at times and a darkness envelops me. I feel the same so I came here to write about it. She left me a mere 10 days after a drink and love fueled nights at a hotel. She moved on and went on a trip mere days after breaking up.

While I took comforts of Liquor, Office TV Series and Smokes. She is as confident and happy while I am stuck in the world of disarray. She left me in the desert of hopelessness while she is on oasis of happiness. The question haunts me: Why haven’t I moved on?

The answer is deeply horrific- I loved her more than she loved me. This is a horror story. I haven’t deleted the texts nor her images because it will remind me of the false love stories we are fed by the cinema, authors, world and everyone.

There is nothing more unsettling than a break-up and a false love. I am still struggling to come out of it. I will survive this episode of false love but it taints me forever.

I will write my deep stories of my confusion of what love means. Love is a war that will either make you a winner or destroy your own existence.