Prologue

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"You don't find Love, Love finds you; when you are at your lowest, when you need it the most, it finds you" I read this line many years ago in a book that was meant to teach me self-love, a book that was meant to teach me how to get over a breakup, a book that was meant to teach me how to move on; a book that did not teach me any of these things.

Dear Diary,
16 May 2023,

I am sure that by now even you must be bored oflistening to the same old thing, the same old rant but I can't help it, you are the only person who knows about my past in this new town.

It is 16th may, 3 years have passed by since Daksh left and never came back, 3 years of me waiting everyday for him, 3 years of trying to pretend things are okay when they are not, 3 years of hoping that he'll come back and offer me an explanation. Lol when you think of it 3 years feel so long but somehow for me it was short, maybe because even though I want to see him, meet him, demand answers from him, somewhere I am afraid that his answers would break my heart more than his leaving away did and a heartbreak could be handled once but twice? I might not survive it.

Now like I mentioned, a new town. I got tired of waiting, I got tired of hoping he would come back and I got tired of wasting my time so I moved. I moved thousands of miles away from New York City to a small town where nobody knows me and I know nobody, where I have a new chance of starting and living my life; the way I want to. Without memories of him. And I intend to live every moment of it.

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