Chapter 9

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Soon, I was tagged "free". There were different meanings to that. Free from being in a relationship & free to be in a relationship. I had these hundred proposals coming up. Whenever I said a no, the guy said "Come on it's high time, now move on". I just smiled back at all of them.

I really didn't understand that why moving on meant getting into another relationship?
Firstly, it wasn't so easy for me to get over all of it. And the thing which irritated me the most was that all of them thought I just had to get into another relationship.

I was asked by many fellas, "Are you okay honey? After what happened?". "Sure.. Shit happens you know..", I said pretending I had moved on every time.
No. Obviously, I didn't move on. I want him back! Who would be happy after losing something which was called 'MINE'!?
That is what I wanted to tell.

*months later*
He was gone. He shifted to another city & we had totally lost all contact. He was gone.. From the city and my life.
Till then I had understood what moving on was. Moving on is enjoying more with your friends, stalking every hot guy with your best friends, making you bestie jealous by flirting with a hot guy, write your ex's name on paper and burn it, say "that asshole should be fucked with a cactus" when somebody mentions your ex's name & finally, having that motivation of you can do it in yourself and proudly moving on with the rest of the life.
I had learnt to smile, to smile without any hidden sorrows.
The Marilyn Monroe quote inspired me so much -
Smile, because life is a beautiful thing and there's so much to smile for.

No more sad songs, no more sad movies & no crying until I'd fall down the staircase hitting my bum. I was happy :)

Heyaa! I hope you like this one but there's something coming up. Stay tuned!
@RheaArya1 you know the "staircase" reference
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