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Sayan Sen (@thesayanishere) from Kolkata writes a #Select [ musing ] 'lost'. #terriblytinytales #writersofttt #love #lost #ttt #showerthoughts #musing #heartbreak #memories #loss #microfiction

Sayan Sen (@thesayanishere) from Kolkata writes a #Select [ musing ] 'lost'. #terriblytinytales #writersofttt #love #lost #ttt #showerthoughts #musing #heartbreak #memories #loss #microfiction

Sayan Sen (@thesayanishere) from Kolkata writes a #Select [ musing ] 'lost'. #terriblytinytales #writersofttt #love #lost #ttt #showerthoughts #musing #heartbreak #memories #loss #microfiction

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OF FORGETTING - Smrithi Viswanathan (@smrithiv) I was laughing and singing along to "Perfect" loudly with my friends in the restaurant today. Just as I reached the lines, "Darling, you look perfect tonight", I suddenly remembered how long it's been since I heard to this song and why I used to immediately change the channel if this ever came on. I remembered trying to blink five times fast to brush away the tears, clenching my fists together to prevent it from shaking, forcing myself to breathe normally while my heart was beating fast. I then remembered blushing and smiling like a buffoon when you by hearted the lyrics and croaked "Perfect" to me over the phone just because I had mentioned a week before that I'm in love with the new Ed Sheeran song. And today, I forgot about all of this for 2 glorious minutes before the memories came flashing by me. I forgot. I was happy. I've been praying and crying in despair for closure from the last year and a half. Is it completely ridiculous for me to be feeling afraid that I'm finally forgetting pieces of you? Today it was the song that became 'our' song. What if tomorrow it is the Vietnamese restaurant where we had our first Valentine's date, or the street where we stole a rainy romantic kiss, or that I used to always transfer the mushrooms and broccolis from my plate to yours because I couldn't stand them and you wanted to make love to them? Or even worse, what if I started forgetting your shrug, your hard gestures, the sound of your cough, the lines across your palm, your smell, your voice, your smile, your eyes, you? I want to think of our relationship and smile, grateful that something so beautiful could happen with me. I don't want to pretend like it never existed, but is that the cost of not losing my sanity over your thoughts? We want to move on, but are scared to let go. We want to find peace, but miss the storm raging inside of us. We want to forget, yet want to remember. How do we choose which heartbreaking memories to erase and which happy ones to retain? #terriblytinytales #writersofttt #love #happy #ttt #coping #musing #heartbreak #memories #loss

OF FORGETTING - Smrithi Viswanathan (@smrithiv) I was laughing and singing along to "Perfect" loudly with my friends in the restaurant today. Just as I reached the lines, "Darling, you look perfect tonight", I suddenly remembered how long it's been since I heard to this song and why I used to immediately change the channel if this ever came on. I remembered trying to blink five times fast to brush away the tears, clenching my fists together to prevent it from shaking, forcing myself to breathe normally while my heart was beating fast. I then remembered blushing and smiling like a buffoon when you by hearted the lyrics and croaked "Perfect" to me over the phone just because I had mentioned a week before that I'm in love with the new Ed Sheeran song. And today, I forgot about all of this for 2 glorious minutes before the memories came flashing by me. I forgot. I was happy. I've been praying and crying in despair for closure from the last year and a half. Is it completely ridiculous for me to be feeling afraid that I'm finally forgetting pieces of you? Today it was the song that became 'our' song. What if tomorrow it is the Vietnamese restaurant where we had our first Valentine's date, or the street where we stole a rainy romantic kiss, or that I used to always transfer the mushrooms and broccolis from my plate to yours because I couldn't stand them and you wanted to make love to them? Or even worse, what if I started forgetting your shrug, your hard gestures, the sound of your cough, the lines across your palm, your smell, your voice, your smile, your eyes, you? I want to think of our relationship and smile, grateful that something so beautiful could happen with me. I don't want to pretend like it never existed, but is that the cost of not losing my sanity over your thoughts? We want to move on, but are scared to let go. We want to find peace, but miss the storm raging inside of us. We want to forget, yet want to remember. How do we choose which heartbreaking memories to erase and which happy ones to retain? #terriblytinytales #writersofttt #love #happy #ttt #coping #musing #heartbreak #memories #loss

OF FORGETTING - Smrithi Viswanathan (@smrithiv) I was laughing and singing along to "Perfect" loudly with my friends in the restaurant today. Just as I reached the lines, "Darling, you look perfect tonight", I suddenly remembered how long it's been since I heard to this song and why I used to immediately change the channel if this ever came on. I remembered trying to blink five times fast to brush away the tears, clenching my fists together to prevent it from shaking, forcing myself to breathe normally while my heart was beating fast. I then remembered blushing and smiling like a buffoon when you by hearted the lyrics and croaked "Perfect" to me over the phone just because I had mentioned a week before that I'm in love with the new Ed Sheeran song. And today, I forgot about all of this for 2 glorious minutes before the memories came flashing by me. I forgot. I was happy. I've been praying and crying in despair for closure from the last year and a half. Is it completely ridiculous for me to be feeling afraid that I'm finally forgetting pieces of you? Today it was the song that became 'our' song. What if tomorrow it is the Vietnamese restaurant where we had our first Valentine's date, or the street where we stole a rainy romantic kiss, or that I used to always transfer the mushrooms and broccolis from my plate to yours because I couldn't stand them and you wanted to make love to them? Or even worse, what if I started forgetting your shrug, your hard gestures, the sound of your cough, the lines across your palm, your smell, your voice, your smile, your eyes, you? I want to think of our relationship and smile, grateful that something so beautiful could happen with me. I don't want to pretend like it never existed, but is that the cost of not losing my sanity over your thoughts? We want to move on, but are scared to let go. We want to find peace, but miss the storm raging inside of us. We want to forget, yet want to remember. How do we choose which heartbreaking memories to erase and which happy ones to retain? #terriblytinytales #writersofttt #love #happy #ttt #coping #musing #heartbreak #memories #loss

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Dear A, There is this small part inside my heart that still doesn't know how to forgive you. I know what happened was not anyone's fault. Someone asked me if I still love you. The truth is that there are parts of me that love you and I think I will till the day I die. I always thought that I'm a person who couldn't be in love with two people at the same time. But now I know that's not the truth. I still remember the day when you told me that you love me. How silly and impossible I was back then to think that it was not love. I wish I could meet you one last time and ask you why. But then I know it's not possible. It's okay. Sometimes closure comes at the cost of pain and acceptance that sometimes you won't have an answer for why love had to fall apart. Still I wish I knew why, then maybe it would be easier to tell myself that the end was worth it. I wonder if there are parts of you that loves me. There is this abyss inside me that throbs with all the unsaid things I bury. Somewhere deep inside in an unacknowledged corner of my heart I had harboured a foolish hope that you will come back to me one day. I should have known that it was impossible. Maybe my heart had foolishly believed that somehow we are inevitable. We were never meant to be. I sometimes wish that you would share this pain. But I know that you wouldn't tell me the truth, would never accept that there are parts of you that still hurt, 'cause it's easier to hide in the shadows of the lies than face truths that bleed. I hope we meet again one day. I know you are happy. I promise I'm too. I wouldn't want you to burden yourself with the doubt whether the scars you left have crippled me far too much to ever be happy. You will always be that silent pain and silent love that will breathe in the shadows of my heart and in my every silence. I hope you smile when you read this. I'm thankful that you were mine, even if only for a heartbeat. Love, A ~ Parvathy Madhu (@paro.__) #terriblytinytales #writersofttt #love #letter #openletter #ttt #brokenthings #musing #heartbreak #memories #loss

Dear A, There is this small part inside my heart that still doesn't know how to forgive you. I know what happened was not anyone's fault. Someone asked me if I still love you. The truth is that there are parts of me that love you and I think I will till the day I die. I always thought that I'm a person who couldn't be in love with two people at the same time. But now I know that's not the truth. I still remember the day when you told me that you love me. How silly and impossible I was back then to think that it was not love. I wish I could meet you one last time and ask you why. But then I know it's not possible. It's okay. Sometimes closure comes at the cost of pain and acceptance that sometimes you won't have an answer for why love had to fall apart. Still I wish I knew why, then maybe it would be easier to tell myself that the end was worth it. I wonder if there are parts of you that loves me. There is this abyss inside me that throbs with all the unsaid things I bury. Somewhere deep inside in an unacknowledged corner of my heart I had harboured a foolish hope that you will come back to me one day. I should have known that it was impossible. Maybe my heart had foolishly believed that somehow we are inevitable. We were never meant to be. I sometimes wish that you would share this pain. But I know that you wouldn't tell me the truth, would never accept that there are parts of you that still hurt, 'cause it's easier to hide in the shadows of the lies than face truths that bleed. I hope we meet again one day. I know you are happy. I promise I'm too. I wouldn't want you to burden yourself with the doubt whether the scars you left have crippled me far too much to ever be happy. You will always be that silent pain and silent love that will breathe in the shadows of my heart and in my every silence. I hope you smile when you read this. I'm thankful that you were mine, even if only for a heartbeat. Love, A ~ Parvathy Madhu (@paro.__) #terriblytinytales #writersofttt #love #letter #openletter #ttt #brokenthings #musing #heartbreak #memories #loss

Dear A, There is this small part inside my heart that still doesn't know how to forgive you. I know what happened was not anyone's fault. Someone asked me if I still love you. The truth is that there are parts of me that love you and I think I will till the day I die. I always thought that I'm a person who couldn't be in love with two people at the same time. But now I know that's not the truth. I still remember the day when you told me that you love me. How silly and impossible I was back then to think that it was not love. I wish I could meet you one last time and ask you why. But then I know it's not possible. It's okay. Sometimes closure comes at the cost of pain and acceptance that sometimes you won't have an answer for why love had to fall apart. Still I wish I knew why, then maybe it would be easier to tell myself that the end was worth it. I wonder if there are parts of you that loves me. There is this abyss inside me that throbs with all the unsaid things I bury. Somewhere deep inside in an unacknowledged corner of my heart I had harboured a foolish hope that you will come back to me one day. I should have known that it was impossible. Maybe my heart had foolishly believed that somehow we are inevitable. We were never meant to be. I sometimes wish that you would share this pain. But I know that you wouldn't tell me the truth, would never accept that there are parts of you that still hurt, 'cause it's easier to hide in the shadows of the lies than face truths that bleed. I hope we meet again one day. I know you are happy. I promise I'm too. I wouldn't want you to burden yourself with the doubt whether the scars you left have crippled me far too much to ever be happy. You will always be that silent pain and silent love that will breathe in the shadows of my heart and in my every silence. I hope you smile when you read this. I'm thankful that you were mine, even if only for a heartbeat. Love, A ~ Parvathy Madhu (@paro.__) #terriblytinytales #writersofttt #love #letter #openletter #ttt #brokenthings #musing #heartbreak #memories #loss

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OUT-LIERS by tapoja roy (@tapojaroy) Here’s how I remember you: you lying on your back, and I am half-lying on my arm that’s spread across your chest. Your hands keep stroking my thighs, my breasts. They sometimes touch my lips, my neck. Never my eyes. The only thing that touches them is my smile. Or maybe, it’s yours.⁣ ⁣ So I stay a little longer, but my brain runs out of things to say. I rack my brains because I don’t want to say, “I have to go.” Because I know you wouldn’t ask me to stay. You ask me where did I get the scars from. That would have made for some good stories but at that moment, I forget about them. So I mumble something about having forgotten about them. You don’t believe me. You don’t push it either. I again have nothing to say.⁣ ⁣ “Tell me more about yourself.”⁣ ⁣ Here are the things I wanted to tell you about: about the first time I bit into ice cream and froze my brain, how every time someone braids my hair it reminds me of my mother, how I would rub tobacco on my palms when I was only four just so that I could pretend to be like dad, why I never use mixers in alcohol, the body parts I am most comfortable about, the ones I am not so much, how I have forgotten how to write poetry, how I have never thanked the man who told me a bedtime story everyday, how I tell bedtime stories to myself now, how some of the scars are actually cigarette burns and most of them are deliberate, how I changed 7 times before I met you because in your mid-20s sometimes validation blends with orgasms and the lack of both can burn your self-esteem to the ground.⁣ ⁣ “You are thinking about something.”⁣ ⁣ Are you crazy? No. I am as cool as you are. I have grown up knowing how to draw a clear line between sex and feelings. I am as much the stud as you are. Anything else that suggests otherwise isn’t a theory that’s welcome. ⁣ ⁣ Here’s how you will remember me: amazing breasts. #terriblytinytales #writersofttt #ttt #Audible #Audiblesuno

OUT-LIERS by tapoja roy (@tapojaroy) Here’s how I remember you: you lying on your back, and I am half-lying on my arm that’s spread across your chest. Your hands keep stroking my thighs, my breasts. They sometimes touch my lips, my neck. Never my eyes. The only thing that touches them is my smile. Or maybe, it’s yours.⁣ ⁣ So I stay a little longer, but my brain runs out of things to say. I rack my brains because I don’t want to say, “I have to go.” Because I know you wouldn’t ask me to stay. You ask me where did I get the scars from. That would have made for some good stories but at that moment, I forget about them. So I mumble something about having forgotten about them. You don’t believe me. You don’t push it either. I again have nothing to say.⁣ ⁣ “Tell me more about yourself.”⁣ ⁣ Here are the things I wanted to tell you about: about the first time I bit into ice cream and froze my brain, how every time someone braids my hair it reminds me of my mother, how I would rub tobacco on my palms when I was only four just so that I could pretend to be like dad, why I never use mixers in alcohol, the body parts I am most comfortable about, the ones I am not so much, how I have forgotten how to write poetry, how I have never thanked the man who told me a bedtime story everyday, how I tell bedtime stories to myself now, how some of the scars are actually cigarette burns and most of them are deliberate, how I changed 7 times before I met you because in your mid-20s sometimes validation blends with orgasms and the lack of both can burn your self-esteem to the ground.⁣ ⁣ “You are thinking about something.”⁣ ⁣ Are you crazy? No. I am as cool as you are. I have grown up knowing how to draw a clear line between sex and feelings. I am as much the stud as you are. Anything else that suggests otherwise isn’t a theory that’s welcome. ⁣ ⁣ Here’s how you will remember me: amazing breasts. #terriblytinytales #writersofttt #ttt #Audible #Audiblesuno

OUT-LIERS by tapoja roy (@tapojaroy) Here’s how I remember you: you lying on your back, and I am half-lying on my arm that’s spread across your chest. Your hands keep stroking my thighs, my breasts. They sometimes touch my lips, my neck. Never my eyes. The only thing that touches them is my smile. Or maybe, it’s yours.⁣ ⁣ So I stay a little longer, but my brain runs out of things to say. I rack my brains because I don’t want to say, “I have to go.” Because I know you wouldn’t ask me to stay. You ask me where did I get the scars from. That would have made for some good stories but at that moment, I forget about them. So I mumble something about having forgotten about them. You don’t believe me. You don’t push it either. I again have nothing to say.⁣ ⁣ “Tell me more about yourself.”⁣ ⁣ Here are the things I wanted to tell you about: about the first time I bit into ice cream and froze my brain, how every time someone braids my hair it reminds me of my mother, how I would rub tobacco on my palms when I was only four just so that I could pretend to be like dad, why I never use mixers in alcohol, the body parts I am most comfortable about, the ones I am not so much, how I have forgotten how to write poetry, how I have never thanked the man who told me a bedtime story everyday, how I tell bedtime stories to myself now, how some of the scars are actually cigarette burns and most of them are deliberate, how I changed 7 times before I met you because in your mid-20s sometimes validation blends with orgasms and the lack of both can burn your self-esteem to the ground.⁣ ⁣ “You are thinking about something.”⁣ ⁣ Are you crazy? No. I am as cool as you are. I have grown up knowing how to draw a clear line between sex and feelings. I am as much the stud as you are. Anything else that suggests otherwise isn’t a theory that’s welcome. ⁣ ⁣ Here’s how you will remember me: amazing breasts. #terriblytinytales #writersofttt #ttt #Audible #Audiblesuno

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Sanjana Singh (@blabberer_on_loose) from Ajmer writes a #Pop [ 140 ] on #HarryPotterMeetsFRIENDS #terriblytinytales #writersofttt #happy #ttt #popculture #harrypotter #FRIENDS #Joey #funny #Patronus

Sanjana Singh (@blabberer_on_loose) from Ajmer writes a #Pop [ 140 ] on #HarryPotterMeetsFRIENDS #terriblytinytales #writersofttt #happy #ttt #popculture #harrypotter #FRIENDS #Joey #funny #Patronus

Sanjana Singh (@blabberer_on_loose) from Ajmer writes a #Pop [ 140 ] on #HarryPotterMeetsFRIENDS #terriblytinytales #writersofttt #happy #ttt #popculture #harrypotter #FRIENDS #Joey #funny #Patronus

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To my not so perfect partner, You left the wet towel on the bed again today. Your socks haven't been washed in weeks, and it's at that point when their smell alone can vacate a room full of people. You zone out when my office stories get too long but keep nodding your head in regular intervals and think I won't notice that you're not listening. Trust me, I notice. You crack the worst jokes and expect me to laugh. Burn the toast every other morning because you were too busy playing games on your phone. You still get irritated when I talk to my childhood crush and spend the whole day being grumpy about it. You make me watch football matches when you know sports is just not my thing yet you can't get through a single Grey's Anatomy episode without sarcastic comments about how it's not a realistic show. But Sunday morning you woke me up with the world's best coffee and somehow you always make it a point to water the plants when I forget because you know I'll have a breakdown if I kill one more plant. You also make sure that the fridge is always stocked with chocolate because you never know when my cravings will kick in. You give me patience when my midweek crankiness gets the better of me and I just want to run away. You always say you'll run away with me. I can talk to you for hours about anything from the idea of reality being a simulation to why blue lays is the best. You're my best friend, my agony aunt, and my favourite air hockey opponent. You are always the most excited to read my poems. From rock bottom insecure days to every gleaming success, you're always there, arms spread. So my not so perfect partner, turns out you're kind of perfect for me. Love, Your not so perfect partner ~ Ahana Roy Chowdhury #terriblytinytales #writersofttt #love #letters #lettersoflove #happy #imperfect #openletter #ttt #loveandallthatjazz

To my not so perfect partner, You left the wet towel on the bed again today. Your socks haven't been washed in weeks, and it's at that point when their smell alone can vacate a room full of people. You zone out when my office stories get too long but keep nodding your head in regular intervals and think I won't notice that you're not listening. Trust me, I notice. You crack the worst jokes and expect me to laugh. Burn the toast every other morning because you were too busy playing games on your phone. You still get irritated when I talk to my childhood crush and spend the whole day being grumpy about it. You make me watch football matches when you know sports is just not my thing yet you can't get through a single Grey's Anatomy episode without sarcastic comments about how it's not a realistic show. But Sunday morning you woke me up with the world's best coffee and somehow you always make it a point to water the plants when I forget because you know I'll have a breakdown if I kill one more plant. You also make sure that the fridge is always stocked with chocolate because you never know when my cravings will kick in. You give me patience when my midweek crankiness gets the better of me and I just want to run away. You always say you'll run away with me. I can talk to you for hours about anything from the idea of reality being a simulation to why blue lays is the best. You're my best friend, my agony aunt, and my favourite air hockey opponent. You are always the most excited to read my poems. From rock bottom insecure days to every gleaming success, you're always there, arms spread. So my not so perfect partner, turns out you're kind of perfect for me. Love, Your not so perfect partner ~ Ahana Roy Chowdhury #terriblytinytales #writersofttt #love #letters #lettersoflove #happy #imperfect #openletter #ttt #loveandallthatjazz

To my not so perfect partner, You left the wet towel on the bed again today. Your socks haven't been washed in weeks, and it's at that point when their smell alone can vacate a room full of people. You zone out when my office stories get too long but keep nodding your head in regular intervals and think I won't notice that you're not listening. Trust me, I notice. You crack the worst jokes and expect me to laugh. Burn the toast every other morning because you were too busy playing games on your phone. You still get irritated when I talk to my childhood crush and spend the whole day being grumpy about it. You make me watch football matches when you know sports is just not my thing yet you can't get through a single Grey's Anatomy episode without sarcastic comments about how it's not a realistic show. But Sunday morning you woke me up with the world's best coffee and somehow you always make it a point to water the plants when I forget because you know I'll have a breakdown if I kill one more plant. You also make sure that the fridge is always stocked with chocolate because you never know when my cravings will kick in. You give me patience when my midweek crankiness gets the better of me and I just want to run away. You always say you'll run away with me. I can talk to you for hours about anything from the idea of reality being a simulation to why blue lays is the best. You're my best friend, my agony aunt, and my favourite air hockey opponent. You are always the most excited to read my poems. From rock bottom insecure days to every gleaming success, you're always there, arms spread. So my not so perfect partner, turns out you're kind of perfect for me. Love, Your not so perfect partner ~ Ahana Roy Chowdhury #terriblytinytales #writersofttt #love #letters #lettersoflove #happy #imperfect #openletter #ttt #loveandallthatjazz

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OF FORGETTING - Smrithi Viswanathan I was laughing and singing along to "Perfect" loudly with my friends in the restaurant today. Just as I reached the lines, "Darling, you look perfect tonight", I suddenly remembered how long it's been since I heard to this song and why I used to immediately change the channel if this ever came on. I remembered trying to blink five times fast to brush away the tears, clenching my fists together to prevent it from shaking, forcing myself to breathe normally while my heart was beating fast. I then remembered blushing and smiling like a buffoon when you by hearted the lyrics and croaked "Perfect" to me over the phone just because I had mentioned a week before that I'm in love with the new Ed Sheeran song. And today, I forgot about all of this for 2 glorious minutes before the memories came flashing by me. I forgot. I was happy. I've been praying and crying in despair for closure from the last year and a half. Is it completely ridiculous for me to be feeling afraid that I'm finally forgetting pieces of you? Today it was the song that became 'our' song. What if tomorrow it is the Vietnamese restaurant where we had our first Valentine's date, or the street where we stole a rainy romantic kiss, or that I used to always transfer the mushrooms and broccolis from my plate to yours because I couldn't stand them and you wanted to make love to them? Or even worse, what if I started forgetting your shrug, your hard gestures, the sound of your cough, the lines across your palm, your smell, your voice, your smile, your eyes, you? I want to think of our relationship and smile, grateful that something so beautiful could happen with me. I don't want to pretend like it never existed, but is that the cost of not losing my sanity over your thoughts? We want to move on, but are scared to let go. We want to find peace, but miss the storm raging inside of us. We want to forget, yet want to remember. How do we choose which heartbreaking memories to erase and which happy ones to retain?

OF FORGETTING - Smrithi Viswanathan I was laughing and singing along to "Perfect" loudly with my friends in the restaurant today. Just as I reached the lines, "Darling, you look perfect tonight", I suddenly remembered how long it's been since I heard to this song and why I used to immediately change the channel if this ever came on. I remembered trying to blink five times fast to brush away the tears, clenching my fists together to prevent it from shaking, forcing myself to breathe normally while my heart was beating fast. I then remembered blushing and smiling like a buffoon when you by hearted the lyrics and croaked "Perfect" to me over the phone just because I had mentioned a week before that I'm in love with the new Ed Sheeran song. And today, I forgot about all of this for 2 glorious minutes before the memories came flashing by me. I forgot. I was happy. I've been praying and crying in despair for closure from the last year and a half. Is it completely ridiculous for me to be feeling afraid that I'm finally forgetting pieces of you? Today it was the song that became 'our' song. What if tomorrow it is the Vietnamese restaurant where we had our first Valentine's date, or the street where we stole a rainy romantic kiss, or that I used to always transfer the mushrooms and broccolis from my plate to yours because I couldn't stand them and you wanted to make love to them? Or even worse, what if I started forgetting your shrug, your hard gestures, the sound of your cough, the lines across your palm, your smell, your voice, your smile, your eyes, you? I want to think of our relationship and smile, grateful that something so beautiful could happen with me. I don't want to pretend like it never existed, but is that the cost of not losing my sanity over your thoughts? We want to move on, but are scared to let go. We want to find peace, but miss the storm raging inside of us. We want to forget, yet want to remember. How do we choose which heartbreaking memories to erase and which happy ones to retain?

OF FORGETTING - Smrithi Viswanathan I was laughing and singing along to "Perfect" loudly with my friends in the restaurant today. Just as I reached the lines, "Darling, you look perfect tonight", I suddenly remembered how long it's been since I heard to this song and why I used to immediately change the channel if this ever came on. I remembered trying to blink five times fast to brush away the tears, clenching my fists together to prevent it from shaking, forcing myself to breathe normally while my heart was beating fast. I then remembered blushing and smiling like a buffoon when you by hearted the lyrics and croaked "Perfect" to me over the phone just because I had mentioned a week before that I'm in love with the new Ed Sheeran song. And today, I forgot about all of this for 2 glorious minutes before the memories came flashing by me. I forgot. I was happy. I've been praying and crying in despair for closure from the last year and a half. Is it completely ridiculous for me to be feeling afraid that I'm finally forgetting pieces of you? Today it was the song that became 'our' song. What if tomorrow it is the Vietnamese restaurant where we had our first Valentine's date, or the street where we stole a rainy romantic kiss, or that I used to always transfer the mushrooms and broccolis from my plate to yours because I couldn't stand them and you wanted to make love to them? Or even worse, what if I started forgetting your shrug, your hard gestures, the sound of your cough, the lines across your palm, your smell, your voice, your smile, your eyes, you? I want to think of our relationship and smile, grateful that something so beautiful could happen with me. I don't want to pretend like it never existed, but is that the cost of not losing my sanity over your thoughts? We want to move on, but are scared to let go. We want to find peace, but miss the storm raging inside of us. We want to forget, yet want to remember. How do we choose which heartbreaking memories to erase and which happy ones to retain?

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Dear A, There is this small part inside my heart that still doesn't know how to forgive you. I know what happened was not anyone's fault. Someone asked me if I still love you. The truth is that there are parts of me that love you and I think I will till the day I die. I always thought that I'm a person who couldn't be in love with two people at the same time. But now I know that's not the truth. I still remember the day when you told me that you love me. How silly and impossible I was back then to think that it was not love. I wish I could meet you one last time and ask you why. But then I know it's not possible. It's okay. Sometimes closure comes at the cost of pain and acceptance that sometimes you won't have an answer for why love had to fall apart. Still I wish I knew why, then maybe it would be easier to tell myself that the end was worth it. I wonder if there are parts of you that loves me. There is this abyss inside me that throbs with all the unsaid things I bury. Somewhere deep inside in an unacknowledged corner of my heart I had harboured a foolish hope that you will come back to me one day. I should have known that it was impossible. Maybe my heart had foolishly believed that somehow we are inevitable. We were never meant to be. I sometimes wish that you would share this pain. But I know that you wouldn't tell me the truth, would never accept that there are parts of you that still hurt, 'cause it's easier to hide in the shadows of the lies than face truths that bleed. I hope we meet again one day. I know you are happy. I promise I'm too. I wouldn't want you to burden yourself with the doubt whether the scars you left have crippled me far too much to ever be happy. You will always be that silent pain and silent love that will breathe in the shadows of my heart and in my every silence. I hope you smile when you read this. I'm thankful that you were mine, even if only for a heartbeat. Love, A ~ Parvathy Madhu

Dear A, There is this small part inside my heart that still doesn't know how to forgive you. I know what happened was not anyone's fault. Someone asked me if I still love you. The truth is that there are parts of me that love you and I think I will till the day I die. I always thought that I'm a person who couldn't be in love with two people at the same time. But now I know that's not the truth. I still remember the day when you told me that you love me. How silly and impossible I was back then to think that it was not love. I wish I could meet you one last time and ask you why. But then I know it's not possible. It's okay. Sometimes closure comes at the cost of pain and acceptance that sometimes you won't have an answer for why love had to fall apart. Still I wish I knew why, then maybe it would be easier to tell myself that the end was worth it. I wonder if there are parts of you that loves me. There is this abyss inside me that throbs with all the unsaid things I bury. Somewhere deep inside in an unacknowledged corner of my heart I had harboured a foolish hope that you will come back to me one day. I should have known that it was impossible. Maybe my heart had foolishly believed that somehow we are inevitable. We were never meant to be. I sometimes wish that you would share this pain. But I know that you wouldn't tell me the truth, would never accept that there are parts of you that still hurt, 'cause it's easier to hide in the shadows of the lies than face truths that bleed. I hope we meet again one day. I know you are happy. I promise I'm too. I wouldn't want you to burden yourself with the doubt whether the scars you left have crippled me far too much to ever be happy. You will always be that silent pain and silent love that will breathe in the shadows of my heart and in my every silence. I hope you smile when you read this. I'm thankful that you were mine, even if only for a heartbeat. Love, A ~ Parvathy Madhu

Dear A, There is this small part inside my heart that still doesn't know how to forgive you. I know what happened was not anyone's fault. Someone asked me if I still love you. The truth is that there are parts of me that love you and I think I will till the day I die. I always thought that I'm a person who couldn't be in love with two people at the same time. But now I know that's not the truth. I still remember the day when you told me that you love me. How silly and impossible I was back then to think that it was not love. I wish I could meet you one last time and ask you why. But then I know it's not possible. It's okay. Sometimes closure comes at the cost of pain and acceptance that sometimes you won't have an answer for why love had to fall apart. Still I wish I knew why, then maybe it would be easier to tell myself that the end was worth it. I wonder if there are parts of you that loves me. There is this abyss inside me that throbs with all the unsaid things I bury. Somewhere deep inside in an unacknowledged corner of my heart I had harboured a foolish hope that you will come back to me one day. I should have known that it was impossible. Maybe my heart had foolishly believed that somehow we are inevitable. We were never meant to be. I sometimes wish that you would share this pain. But I know that you wouldn't tell me the truth, would never accept that there are parts of you that still hurt, 'cause it's easier to hide in the shadows of the lies than face truths that bleed. I hope we meet again one day. I know you are happy. I promise I'm too. I wouldn't want you to burden yourself with the doubt whether the scars you left have crippled me far too much to ever be happy. You will always be that silent pain and silent love that will breathe in the shadows of my heart and in my every silence. I hope you smile when you read this. I'm thankful that you were mine, even if only for a heartbeat. Love, A ~ Parvathy Madhu

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