02/03/2017
When someone you loved and trusted (be it friendship or love) breaks your heart, it seems like the end of the world but the truth is you will move on from it eventually with time although you can never forget it and everytime you do think of it, you will be upset again but each time you will be less sad and eventually most probably it would not cross your mind much..
To
the one that broke me,
Usually, letters carrying warm words and warmer intentions start with "I hope this letter finds you well."
I, on the other hand, hope this letter doesn't find you at all. I am simply writing this so the words I have held captive in my being for countless months, can finally breathe.
When we met, you were a wonder that I couldn't help but to fall in love with. Your words were carefully and perfectly strung together, but I was blinded - I couldn't see the rope of lies slowly coiling itself around my body, until I was yours to use, abuse, and throw.
I couldn't escape.
Your absence made me wary, just as depicted in captivating movies and even better novels - I would sit by the window, tears rolling down my cheeks and wonder why I was the one who had to endure such pain.
The physical pain you gave me was nowhere near comparable to the emotional pain - for it had no cure or medicine. You will find, (to your delight, I may add) - that countless chemists now know me as the girl who walked in crying, night after night, complaining of heartache.
You might be wondering the purpose of a letter like this. I do not wish to expose you and your questionable intentions to the world, nor do I wish to see a room full of people claiming that they have met someone like you.
I wanted to thank you.
Thank you for giving me pain, I finally know what happiness feels like.
Thank you for the tears, I now know how to wipe them off the faces of others.
Thank you for the lack of respect, I now respect myself so much more.
Thank you for momentarily weakening me. I am now so much stronger, after being freed from you.
Your darkness will never disappear,
just like my light will never fade.
Even a shattered mirror still reflects.
(Never again) yours,
The girl who fixed herself.
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by Unsia Hussain on for The Scribbled Stories