Turned a new, heavy page recently and suddenly my life has no meaning left whatsoever. All the things that I’ve been planning in my head, keeping her at the core of my life, seem frugal now that she won’t be in them. Without her, life is like an unpainted picture, an unfinished story, a song without music, like a body without soul. Sometimes I wish that what if that day instead of IJSC, I would have gone to the school which I had earlier decided to enrol in? Or what if I had never gone to the school picnic, where I first came to know her as a person, and had gone to Baroda as I thought I would? What if I had not shifted to a place near her home and left for home in vacations? What if I had joined MSU and had not gotten into LDRP so I could stay in Gandhinagar? What if I had never met her or grown close to her or hadn’t had the urge to not leave her for a better career in a better college? What if..?
I picked guitar not because (at that time) I loved it, but because it was the same music class as hers. Sometimes I wish that I should have given myself a different angle to watch my life from. Maybe I could’ve understood that she was way out of my league, but instead I was under certain false impressions that a mind of a man is his greatest asset in relationships as well, a laugh is the best gift a man can give to his beloved, un-ending care and supporting in her decisions would make her fall in love with me. Or to love with all my heart was enough to suffice her need of affection. But it feels now that all these things were not enough for her. I’m thrown to a position where I can’t help but pity myself and believe me, that is the worst feeling a man can ever feel. Losing someone is one thing, but losing yourself is the most devastating thing that can ever happen to someone. I tried every damn thing in this world to make her realize that I can be the one who you can live happily ever after with. I agree that I was not one who she dreamt of but I assured her that I would become the one who she would become proud of having in her life. But even after all those efforts if she couldn’t make up her mind, then I’m sorry, I am not a saint. Yes, I loved her, maybe still do. But I cannot live hanging in the balance for the rest of my life. I had to do what I did even if that pierced my heart like a spike.
She always said that I am impatient. I would like to say only one thing to her that – “I waited 4 years for you to say something. How impatient am I?”
