When I fell in Love...

When I fell in love with a bipolar, akdu khan... Yes, I did.
My life went in circles too. One day hot, one day cold. I knew the spark was there, and it just vanished. He thought we were not right for each other. From day one, he did. I was too happy go lucky, who never took life seriously. Why did I not take life seriously? Because, life had taken me so seriously, that I decided not to. I decided not to make a charade of my pain, but rather hide it an enjoy. I did think everything was a joke, or atleast pretended it to be. But that did not mean, I did not feel hurt by its blows, or that I did not realize its importance. I did... But well.
And, then I fell in love. With this man, snobish, khadush... But very caring. He showed in little ways he cared. But, everytime we got close, he blew cold. Then I would withdraw myself, and he came running like a puppy. But he had convinced himself that though he felt attracted to me and there was chemistry, we were not quite right for each other. Our cultures (I am desi, he was american), our upbringing, everything was different.
I tried everything I could to convince him that despite our different exteriors, we were similar inside. Hurt and betrayed by the world, but marhams to each others wounds...
But...
After many hot cold days, one day, I just left him. I was tired of blaming myself for anything and everything. I left him thinking he will realize my love and come back to me, and if he does not i will know better. So, I left him
And guess what? Three years later, I still love him, and he has moved on.

How much it hurts? Dont ask.

a thousand likes for this darling...you nailed it 👏