18th of MarchA Story by ImperfectionI'm very good at remembering dates. This is a page from my diary - March 18...
Exactly a year has gone by since I heard your voice over the phone. From then till now, I don't know how I have survived. Looking back, it seems like a miracle that I have lived through these 365 days; I had thought the world would cease to exist if you ever left. The memory of that day is still so fresh in my mind. I have gone over it so many days in the last 12 months that not a single part of it has faded. Your text messages, my call, your voice telling me that this was the end of OUR journey together... I was calm, didn't express what I was feeling. In fact I wasn't even aware of my feelings immediately. It took a while to sink in. And even after that I foolishly told myself to wait, to hope that something would make you change your mind. But after about a week, I gathered my senses and wrote a goodbye-mail to you. And that was the end. I told those who knew about us that we have separated and it was a mutual decision because we couldn't carry the relationship further. It has taken me a year to realize that I was consciously or unconsciously lying to them. I didn't want us to separate; you did. I merely accepted your decision. I had no choice. My feelings for you have grown stronger since you left. It's hard to concentrate on anything else. But I need to. I have to focus on work; I have ignored that area of my life a lot in the last year. The motivation is missing now. I'd wanted to achieve certain things for myself and for us. But things have drastically changed today. Even if I work very hard and fulfill all my ambitions - professionally and personally, the one thing I can never have is YOU. Then what do I work for? Who do I work for? No matter what I do, no matter what I get and where I am, you will always remain always missing. These thoughts have been on my mind all through the past year. And it seems that it will remain this way forever. Even though, I haven't seen or heard you for a year now, I haven't spent a single moment without you. Every year will bring me to the 18th of March and I see myself writing another piece on you. Thankfully you're not reading this; it would upset you. My life is over. It's the future that's left. I have to try to live through it. With your memories, of course...
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7 Reviews Added on March 18, 2008 Last Updated on March 18, 2008 AuthorImperfectionIndiaAboutWriting is easy. You only need to stare at a piece of blank paper until your forehead bleeds - Douglas Adams. I am a woman in my 20's. I love writing...sometimes it doesn't.. more..Writing
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