To the one from whom I just moved on🖤🥀

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I had got attached to hundreds of people since my very childhood. I made everyone of them the only reasons to enjoy this beautiful life. But at the end, everyone of them left me. With their leave, they broke my heart into pieces. As soon as a beloved one left me, I tried to find another beloved one to mend my heart. Finally, I found my heart to be shattered into million pieces. 


And then, you came to my life. You brought me out from the darkness which I had made my habitat. You made me realise that I am the one and only purpose to myself to enjoy this amazing life. You made me realise that I am a magician. This time you were the one whom I didn't try to find out for mending my shattered heart but, you did mend it.


I came out of my dark world. I started to socialize. I started to laugh as innocently as I used to do as a child. Whenever I had a great day, I didn't get peace until and unless I share it with you. Whenever I sounded low, you used to stand out my apartment, holding a few packets of Maggi. Whenever I tried to separate myself from the loud world, you used to visit my place and we would watch my favourite movie for the millionth time. Overall, you understood me better than I did.


I used to be myself whenever I was with you. I never feared of being judged by you. Everything was going great but good times do not last long right? So, with the arrival of a third person in your life, you changed. You didn't understood my unspoken words anymore. My habit of blabbering became an irritation for you. My mood swings and childish behaviour became intolerable for you. 


At that time, a fear crippled into my heart. I feared to face those past events again. I tried to hold you back to my life. But, you left me finally. My healed heart shattered into thousands of broken pieces again. But this time I didn't want anyone else to mend my damaged heart. This time I wanted to mend it by myself.


I just went with the flow without having the thought of getting healed at the back of my brain. This was the first time that I enjoyed my life alone. And I was happy. My smile didn't leave my lips even for a fraction of second. I found myself going through the process of healing. While going through the process of healing, the process of moving on from you continued as well.


And today after so long, I am free. I am free from our memories. I am free from every haunting memories from my past. Finally, I moved on from you. I won't curse you for leaving me instead, I shall like to thank you. I really want to thank you for making me realise that I am the only one to mend myself. 


Ig- @_arushmita_


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