When you meet the love of your life a long time after your breakup, you realize something. You realize that you have moved on.
Of course, I have. Because I did not feel a thing in that moment when I saw you. You were right there, standing in front of me, talking to me with those lips that used to kiss me some time ago. You shook my hands so casually with those hands that used to hug me and hold me like they would never let me go. You looked at me so indifferently with those eyes that used to make me feel like the most special person in the world.
I do not miss you at all. And I did not feel flushed even when we met. My heart did not race when I heard you walking towards me. My hands did not tremble when you extended yours to shake mine. My legs did not shiver when you told me to walk with you to the tea stall. My tummy did not churn when you stood there looking at me and making small talk.
Small talk? Really! You and I have spoken about our lives, our dreams, our childhood, our friends, our family, our insecurities, our secrets, our fears. And today, all you could come up with is, 'How's everyone at home?' I dunno what hurts more, your indifference or my undying love.
But at the end of the day, it does not matter. Because I will have to wake up tomorrow and face the world, and when anyone asks me about you, I will tell them the same thing, 'I have moved on.'
Of course, I have. Because I did not feel a thing in that moment when I saw you. You were right there, standing in front of me, talking to me with those lips that used to kiss me some time ago. You shook my hands so casually with those hands that used to hug me and hold me like they would never let me go. You looked at me so indifferently with those eyes that used to make me feel like the most special person in the world.
I do not miss you at all. And I did not feel flushed even when we met. My heart did not race when I heard you walking towards me. My hands did not tremble when you extended yours to shake mine. My legs did not shiver when you told me to walk with you to the tea stall. My tummy did not churn when you stood there looking at me and making small talk.
Small talk? Really! You and I have spoken about our lives, our dreams, our childhood, our friends, our family, our insecurities, our secrets, our fears. And today, all you could come up with is, 'How's everyone at home?' I dunno what hurts more, your indifference or my undying love.
But at the end of the day, it does not matter. Because I will have to wake up tomorrow and face the world, and when anyone asks me about you, I will tell them the same thing, 'I have moved on.'
