Hurt

I know it hurts, but why does it? What makes the pain grow?

Endeavouring to open that corner of your heart again, that almirah, that phase of your life which you considered to be the best, those messages in your folder that are etched in your heart, you remember every word, letter and feel every line, it takes you back to that time of eternal love for one another.

“A subsequent voice in my brain asks whether you were wrong in breaking my trust or was I wrong in trusting you again.”

The cloudy dark blue sky, the soft music in the background, the gentle whispers of the birds, the rustle of the leaves, and then suddenly before you realize it you’re wondering and thinking about “how it all began” and “how it all ended”. A subsequent voice in my brain asks whether you were wrong in breaking my trust or was I wrong in trusting you again.

But, darling, I forgive you. Obviously I won’t ever be able to forget, so in a totally different phase of life, some years later, one fine night I will open my box of memories again.

Because you might have hurt me only once but I keep hurting myself a hundred times more thinking about you.