Sunday’s Letter – My last to Maga

The pain in my heart is excruciating. It felt as though someone is gripping it. Squeezing it over and over again. Without mercy.

My heart stop beating for a couple of seconds. In that split second, the world has come to a stand still.

I took a deep breath. Holding it and exhaling it with all my might. It felt as though life has been sucked out of my very being.

For a brief couple of second, the pain was bearable. Until, it was gripped and ripped apart. Over and over again.

How could you claimed that you loved me. Said that I was special. At the same time tell me that I am but only a friend?

How could you?

I should have known from your kisses. It wasn’t love.

I should have known from the way you looked at me. No longing, only respect. For a friend.

I should have known from the way my heart felt when I was with you. Happy. But it didn’t skip a beat. Like how it would when I’m ‘in love’.

I should have known from your words. Words that lack passion and the enthusiasm of a man ‘in love’.

There is only one thing left to do. To end this tormenting journey.

You need to leave. I need to wake up from my make-believe.

Only then, I am able to set my heart free. From the tormenting grip.

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