You think I lost you all at once? No. I lost you in little tatters and fragments. Every moment your starry eyes gazed at her as if she was a plethora of perfection, you drifted a little. The way sand seeps through the gaps between your fingers, the place where my fingers were once entwined. Every moment when you told me how happy she makes you, I knew you were walking away, every step of your feet deafening me. I was incapacitated to do anything. I told you how happy I was for you. For you, I was, for myself, I wasn’t.
I remember the day when you told me you had desperately fallen in love with her and I abruptly hung up on you, you asked why. Well, ask my tear-stained pillows. I remember when you told me that you saw oceans with hidden treasures in my blue eyes, now you see enchanting forests in her green ones. I’d give up anything to go back to that time when we swayed to the rhythm of our favourite songs under the moonlight. But now you gift her CDs with the same songs. Our songs.
All I can do now is to listen to you rant about how much you love her. But stupid boy, I wish you knew what love felt like.
I wish you knew how my love for you felt like.
This article has been published in the October 2016 issue of The Teenager Today.