You were as materialistic as they get, and I wish I’d seen that earlier.
I’d been trying to get a hold of you for months now. Not anymore.
I think writing this letter is going to close your chapter in my life, once and for all; even if I never send it across.
I try not to blame you for everything that occurred between us. I’ve been consciously taking efforts to not turn into a bitter guy who has nothing but salty emotions for the opposite sex. And I’m definitely resisting myself from going down the clichéd paths taken by heartbroken lovers.
It’s not easy. But I don’t have much choice.
It was too funny to realise that my love life was almost similar to the plot of some cheesy, high school teen drama.
According to my preachy friends, you were all sorts of wrong for me right from the beginning. But like the oblivious fool that I am, I could never see it. The rare moments that I doubted your love for me were followed by guilt sessions, where I reminded myself that I needed to accept you as you were; with the bad as well as the good.
I guess, that thinking wasn’t making me the perfect boyfriend in your eyes. Maybe that’s why you cheated on me with my own friend?
After I came to know about your ‘extra-curricular’ activities behind my back, let me tell you, I was furious. But slowly, as the anger died down, I was just really upset. I mean, I’d loved you with all my heart. Where did I go wrong?
But after the pity party was over, I couldn’t stop laughing. No, I wasn’t going crazy because the so-called ‘love of my life’ had left me for my friend. It was too funny to realise that my love life was almost similar to the plot of some cheesy, high school teen drama.
I think love really is blind; how else could I not see that you were only dating me for the money in my account and the status behind my name?
Too-good- to-be- true girlfriend. Check.
Blind in love boyfriend. Check.
Tiny signs of infidelity with increasing demands for gifts. Double check.
A whole group of guy friends who hate the girlfriend. Check, again.
And finally, the confrontation, followed by a messy, public breakup which is somehow, magically, the boyfriend’s fault. CHECK.
I think love really is blind; how else could I not see that you were only dating me for the money in my account and the status behind my name? The sad thing is, we humans never realise we’re at the edge of a cliff until we are already falling. And here, I’m not talking about falling for you. I’m talking about our fallout, which probably was the best part of this new year.
I won’t sign this off by saying that I wish you all the happiness in the world. Not because you don’t deserve it, but because you don’t deserve to hear it from me. Maybe I’ll get a second shot at love, maybe not, who knows? But I definitely got my first lesson on love, thanks to you.
Happy to have parted ways,
Author: Alisha Jamshed Syed