Break-up

In the morning, when my lazy eyes just refused to open, I, with a desperate movement of my hands and with a thudding heart, tried to look for my phone. 

Each thud knew what I wanted.

I wanted his message. 

Oh, I craved to see his name in my notifications. 

I checked my inbox. I checked my call logs. I checked them again and again, even though I knew that it was of no use.

Then, for a while, I kept staring at the wall in front of me. 

I felt nothing but empty, like I was suddenly robbed of everything. 

I kept lying in bed for hours and realised that I could not even think about anything without thinking about him. 

I burst into tears and cried my eyes out.

And, once my sobbing was over, my wise little brain decided to butt in with its words of wisdom.

"Yes, it's over, and you're terribly hurt. You feel like your life has fallen apart, and everything has awfully changed. You miss how you eagerly used to wait for your phone to ring. But now, you know that there would be no special calls anymore, and while chatting, you would not smile and blush. Yes, that phase is over. Dear, you have all rights to weep as much as you want. But there is one thing that you must keep in mind—this break-up broke the relationship you had with him, but it didn't break you. You're still the same person—strong, lively, and quite capable of pulling yourself together. So, once you are done with grieving, get up and promise yourself that you would never look back and no matter what happens, you would not allow yourself to be weak."

Amrit Versha