The Last Draft. : you

By : Keishara Azhari

Those days when I woke up, and saw your smile. Those days where you told me that no soul could ever beat me off because I am the strongest one in your eyes.

Those simple days where I thought of you as someone who loves me dearly, which awakens a part of me that is highly sentimental, that I used to hide.

It was hidden for a reason, and I thought you were different. I thought I could trust you to hold on to that.

The part of you who you claimed loved me endlessly, to the part where you didn’t even know that you could even love that deep. I trusted you on that.

All your words, I can quote all of it. I can retell the story of us that we created. The fairy tale of a simple man and a simple girl. Begins from where and ends on what. I can tell you all of that.

You claimed many things. Many words you told me. A deadly lift you took to put me on top.

But then what?

Now I’m standing here, in this room where I first met you. That night you told me my smile makes you fall head over heels.

Was exaggeration your thing?

Now, whilst I’m standing here thinking of you. you’re probably out there somewhere hand in hand with her. Smiling and joking, like the way we used to. The same laughs and jokes, oh what a template person you are.

Do you tell her how beautiful she is when the light hits her eyes? Do you tell her what a wonderful voice she has? Do you tell her that marriage and a pug (or pitbull whatever,) is in your future? and how lucky of a man you are? or what song is “our” song?

I’m happy that you’re happy, I’m proud of whatever bitty little achievements you’ve reached. I truly do.

But, to be honest, I’m standing here still mourning, not because of the loss. But the wonders of the past, was all of that an illusion or was it true? Was it something that you said just to feel the romance of it all?

You who claimed loved me more,

Where are you?

I felt betrayed, but this dumb idea of love. Forced me to be happy and glad that you’re happy. Though I really am, it’s odd to feel hatred and gladness at the same time.

I have a good life, better than before. I’ve learned many things for and on my own. Things that you would be proud of.

But you, you created a hole inside me with little explanation and guidance of how I can escape that. Even so, I wish you goodluck. A happy life,

and this will be my last draft for you.