Good Riddance

I did not love her anymore. Her voice wasn't like a sweet music to my ears anymore. Instead it annoyed me. Her persistent, caring phone calls that used to fill my heart with warmth were only a source of disturbance to me now. When she told how much she missed me, she only got on my nerves.

'Stop your nonsense! I do not love you anymore!' I wanted to shout at her. I wanted to carve those words on her heart so that she would stop telling she loved me. I wanted the truth to sink in her brain, I wanted her to stop dreaming of me.

One day I told her so. Her reactions weren't unexpected. She cried. She sobbed. She put up a whole big melodrama whining how I had changed. She begged me to stay. She told me she could do anything for me, she could be anyone I want her to be. That only disgusted me more, I pitied her. She held on to my hand like a drowning person would hold on to a floating plank, I only freed myself from her desperate grip. She screamed dramatically, calling me cold, callous and cruel. With teary eyes, she reminded me of all the things I ever said to her, she even sang our favourite song (Need You Now: Lady Antebellum; such a drama queen I tell you!) in a shaking voice, lyrics all incomprehensible to me because of her punctuating sobs. I told her I could not take her emotional brunt anymore. I apologized and shrugged admitting to her that I was stupid when I promised her things. And really, I was. I was blinded by her love. She was a crazy, childish woman and she lived in a dream world. She had idealistic ideas about love. We were immature. Stupid. Blind. Deaf. Overconfident. I did not belong there in her dream world. I had to change. I did. I had different aspirations now and she did not fit anywhere. She wasn't perfect anymore. Oh- once she was; but hey! Life is so dynamic. I am in an entirely different world now. Fast paced, huge, competitive, rich, polished, practical and better. She had stayed back, stuck to her small world where I had left her off. I don't say it was her mistake. It wasn't my mistake either. No. I won't take that blame.

She fell silent one day and protested no more. I did not even say bye. I was done with her melodrama already, so many times. I had found inner peace.

'Please hug me just once before you decide we should part ways.' she had said beseechingly at one point.

'Why?' I had asked her dryly, annoyed at her mawkishly sentimental dialogues.

'Just one last attempt, you might just change your mind. Maybe you will remember what we have been fighting for...' she had whispered sadly.

I never even called her.

I avoid all messy things. They ruin my well-cut expensive suits.