I can never listen to Justin Bieber again without being reminded of you. I can never see the colours green and red the same way again.
I cannot listen to sad songs without dissolving into tears, I cannot eat chocolate without remembering all the times you gifted me those.
I cannot say the word ‘Superwoman’ without remembering how you called me that ever since I came out to you.
Sometimes I catch a whiff of the deodorant that you use on someone else and it makes me think of you. I like and hate it at the same time.
I cannot think of school without remembering us.
I cannot think of Shimla because of the huge mess I made when I impulsively confessed to you.
28th of April has never been the same since 2018.
I cannot think of ‘love’ without picturing you clearly in my mind.
I don’t even know why I keep holding on to you. It’s like you took a part of me when you we stopped talking to me and now my whole being craves for that part. It’s like a phantom pain. I hate what I’ve become since meeting you and I also cherish the person you’ve made me into.
I’ll never feel the same whenever I sing or play the piano because you were the one who taught me to embrace music.
You encouraged me to be myself. You were one of the first people to tell me I’m beautiful just the way I am, at a time when I was really insecure of myself.
You told me to never stop being creative, and now I’m a design student.
You’re like the one stranger everyone meets only once in their lives, but who leaves a great impact on them.
You changed me from the insecure, nervous, soft spoken girl to a relatively more confident person who can stand up for herself.
I’ve loved you for six years and I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you completely. Even if I do find someone new, you’ll always be my first love and the one who changed me for the better.
I want to thank you for entering my life, but I also hate that I ever met you.