Writing was something I never planned for my future, I was an ordinary person with ordinary dreams. Being a creative person was like a spark inside me that probably needed to be ignited and heartbreak did this. I used to mimic and act in my college days but never thought about writing but attended every poetical evening during college fest. There I met a girl who accidentally bumped my head into her and she paused for a second or two then she took my head in her hands and bumped it into hers again.
She said It would be bad luck if she doesn't do it. She disappeared and I stood there thinking about how tall she was. It was a cold evening in December 2012 and my arms were frozen then I heard a sweet voice coming from the stage, there she was holding the mic and welcoming the guests. We made eye contact and smiled at each other. After a few weeks, we were together. Those two years were the most beautiful and terrible days of my life. I thought, what a waste of time. But maybe it was just a turning point in my life. I was still ordinary and worked like an ordinary but on lonely nights I was a different person from whom I was about to meet.
My father knew about my heartbreak, he came to visit me on my birthday and gifted me an old diary given by my Grandfather to him. He said It was none of my use maybe you should fill these pages or just pass it on to your son. At least we always have an option.
His words hit me hard, "At least we always have an option". For some days I sat with that diary and kept thinking about how I used to be. Then I began writing, words that I couldn't utter when she left me, words that I wanted to deliver even after my heartbreak because I loved her so much. When she asked me if she can go I sat there with empty words and let her go. I saw her leaving and she was never this beautiful when I saw her for the last time. I saw her leaving and saw my memories crying and begging her to stop but she never looked back nor did I call her name.
Days were passing by and I kept writing till I emptied her memories inside me but never forgot to love her. A friend of mine asked me to start a blog and post my writeups online. I did the same, it kept me busy and healthy. I wrote and composed some songs too and people liked them a lot, it gave me popularity and I started liking it. I never thought that writing for emptying myself would fill the people around me, this is what still keeps me going.
ALSO READ | A Year from Now You will Thank the Person who Broke your Heart
ALSO READ | Protecting Your Heart From Being Broken Again
ALSO READ | Forgiving yourself for breaking Someone's Heart
