It’s all over – he said and left without looking back to see the effect of those three little words which he knew would change her life, the words that were still not able to overpower the three little words he said long back – I love you – three meaningless, lifeless, hollow words, as they seemed now.
She was left on the boundary of love and hate, dreams and reality, hope and despair, to fight it all; alone. She stood on that edge for very long in the hope of it all being a nightmare, in the hope she would wake up and still find him beside her. She stood on that edge for long with love in her heart that was losing itself bit by bit to hatred. It was painful to carry so much love, to carry so much hatred but worse to carry them both - both on extremes.
Suddenly all the sweet memories that she had treasured started to haunt her, she wanted to erase it all and wipe out the unbearable pain in a moment. But harsh reality stays, people change in a moment, promises are broken in a moment, it takes a moment to hurt, but a lifetime to heal.
Days passed in the effort of holding the tears and nights passed in wetting the pillows. She kept talking to herself as there was no one else to do so. In those moments of loneliness, she met a part of herself that was yet not known to her. The strength hidden beneath her broken heart became her new friend. And slowly her newly discovered strength started mending her heart until finally she promised herself “No one in the world can hurt me without my consent. Life is made of moments. I can’t afford to lose life to moments.” She decided to cross the boundary, leaving behind the memories and carrying ahead dreams of future, leaving behind mistrust and carrying ahead faith, leaving behind all the hatred and carrying ahead love, for herself more than anyone else.
