The third time I felt loss
20th April, 2014
Dear ,
There was not an ounce of sunlight in sight. The clouds covered it so viciously that one might think they are enemies, when they are anything but that.
I was sitting upon my porch, waiting for you to arrive when I felt a buzz in my pocket. I took it out, only to see what I was dreading the most.
As you know, I am quite possessive. I feel the need to mark up things as my own and also to let everyone know. You had messaged me saying that you couldn't come because of some emergency. How odd, for someone with no family in town to have an emergency ever so frequently. It had been going on for days since you always kept on postponing it.
But not today- I thought to myself. I discovered my kitten sound asleep. I picked up the card that it had come along with. My fingers speed-dialed the number of the store that was inscribed on it in thick golden letters.
Of course, no one knew about what was to come.
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I do not know why I had thought so highly of you, or why I had expected so much. Some might regard it as a summer fling, but only some might know what I am talking about.
I had found your address. I picked up some white carnations on the way and smiled to myself. I was finally going to see where you lived. The taxi dropped to the inner fragments of the town.
There was an excited touch to my steps. I jumped and hopped a little along the pavement and felt my brow furrow in confusion as I absorbed the sight in front of me. You were clad in blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Your hair was freshly washed and you didn't show any signs of hurry or even an emotion closely related to an emergency. You smiled and kissed the forehead of the girl standing beside you.
The flowers fell to the ground and I heard your car shut doors and speed away. I was almost tempted to call you but alongside, I knew that you had seen me.
I remember picking up those flowers and walking back home. I also remember those texts from your side that I never read. Perhaps, it was the end.
My mother's words resonated clearly in my head- Never forgive a person who replaced you.
That's what I did. I let it go.
I let you go.
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