The heart break

By Patricia Mashiri

Few weeks before it ended I noticed that things were no longer the same, but when I asked him what was wrong he brushed it off. We were no longer compatible.

I had started having weird dreams. I cried myself to sleep for a week till I told myself that it was enough. I was ready to let go.

When he broke the news to me that he wanted a break from us I was prepared for it. The love I had for him had fallen out.

The pain of losing someone you once loved haunted me every day, but eventually I found a way to live it. It was the first thing I thought of when I woke up until one day it became the second.

The dreams I had for the two of us had faded away because he was no longer there for me. I deleted all the pictures we had taken together, destroyed all the things he bought for me as a way of erasing all the memories we shared.

I was tired of holding things together for the sake of love. I was always the one to forgive and forget, the one always planning something to do with all my efforts going unnoticed.

It was a one way relationship.

The pain of seeing other relationships glowing with love whilst yours is gloomy had come to an end. The imaginary ‘us’ was over I had come to terms with myself that it was me, myself and I.

I had given him my all but he chose to ignore because of his selfish reasons. I picked myself up and moved on with life.

All the memories and plans I had for the two of us vanished but later realised that losing him was a blessing in disguise.

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