Love, First.

Small Heart

"Let's break up"

Alisha clicked send and closed her eyes. She have thought of ways to put it nicely but she couldn't.

A message arrived.

"Why?"

She typed away. I got this.

"My mum found out about us. She is not happy. And I think this is best for us. Plus, this whole long distance relationship is not working for us"

The next message arrived soon after.

"Okay. Good luck. Goodbye :("

She rolled around. Gosh, this really hurts!!! Is this how a heartbreak feels like?   Tears are welling in her eyes.

Another message came in. "I have never cried like this before."

Alisha started howling.

"I am sorrryyy!! I still love you but this is not working out!!" She clicked send.

He was her first boyfriend. She never really opened her heart to anyone else before. They met in pre-university. And he always looked at her in this longing gaze akin the Won Bin poster she have opposite of the bed. They had to go to different universities and started dating 500kms from each other. The relationship is made up of monthly trips across states to meet and nurture the spark they had for each other.

He was of a different ethnicity and religion. And in her mother eyes it was a down grade. It is humiliating to have her daughter having to convert to another religion. People will talk and she will not have it that way.

"Who is this Kamal Hakim you have been meeting?" Her mother questioned on her weekend back home.

Alisha stared at the floor. Unable to utter anything. No wonder mother have been cold and ungiving. Alisha knows the outcome and the consequences of being with someone of a different faith.

"Break up with him. Stop doing this nonsense." Mother said coldly. The look in her eyes was of disgust. That look alone was enough for her to end her relationship.

Plus, I am young. I would probably meet someone from a similar background. One my mum would approve of. One which requires a lesser amount of effort and sacrifice.

The handphone beeped signalling another message.

"It's okay B. Goodnight". It sounded like something that he would have messaged on a another friday night. Something that he would say when we are still together.

Tears keep rolling. She planned this after much deliberation. It's on a Friday and she have no plans. Her roomate is away and she got the room for herself.

I will have enough time to mourn and recover. This weekend I'll cry it away.

Right now she would just have to start by crying the night away.