This mail may be the last one. I said same in previous one also. But this time I’m more determined. You are no longer the girl I know. You are a wife. You have a husband & a family to look after. It’s been so long after your marriage and I believe it’s time to move on…
Yes, I agree, once we shared everything under the sky. We together made promises... but it is also very much true, that it’s only we took that painful decision to go apart. Be practical, today neither you nor I can change the clock… It’s now past!! I always believed you were more practical than me. When I dreamt of life, you only said me, real life is something else. You always told me, flirting only never make - true love. You never complained, even if I never call you for many months. You never expected that and these standards of a lover from me. You were very matured and that was what I loved best in you. You were a study book for me. But today, all of a sudden, life has gone for a somersault.
I believe you have the courage to stand this difficult time. I don’t know whether, I have? But I want you to stand. I want to learn from you even this, how to stand in these times… If you stand, I promise I can also stand… please don’t put me down!
Yes it is true; I don’t expect any more mails from you. After the marriage you haven’t given him any happiness, care that a husband would expect from his wife... It’s so cruel on your part... Never think of me... And I’m not even thinking of you these days... You are just out of my mind... Like a closed Chapter... You always told me don’t allow our families to cry of us… But today, because of you the families are worried. No regrets, as it was a decision taken together…!!
Take time…Time is the best healer.
Don’t try to reply this mail. I’m not going to read it any way... Better be a good wife... and take good care of your husband…
An act of Redemption; the 'last' of many. The last 'mail', the last 'lie', the last 'bye'.... I have never said a 'bye' so harsh and never said 'lies' of that number..
My Inbox even today has an unread mail from her! I don't want to open it, neither delete!
Now if there's a smile on my face, It's only there trying to fool the public. But when it comes down to fooling you, no honey, that's quite a different subject.
Like a clown I pretend to be glad. Really I'm sad… I’m hurting so bad.
Slowly a fear is creeping…
"Am I losing my ground beneath…? Am I open to all... to the public?"