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No pain, no pain.
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To his subsequent love
Hi, you.
You must have fallen in love with him because he seems so earnest. He doesn’t play games like they do. You wouldn’t have to wait three days to text him because he will always outdo you. He would tell you he loved talking to you, and the best part? He means every word he said.
You’d giggle at his replies because he’s so effortlessly hilarious. Very soon you would find yourself adopting his idiosyncrasies too and you love that so much.
Sometimes you’d fidget and straighten your skirt, maybe even suck in your tummy. He doesn’t notice that though: he tells you ‘you look beautiful’ as he stares into your eyes. And you stare back at the earthy hues of the light brown glassy marbles of his, lost in the reflection and you wonder what he sees in you.
He doesn’t like to wait, no not purely because he’s impatient, but because he believes that punctuality equates to respect; and he respects you, so he makes it a point to be there way ahead of time.
Neither does he enjoy silence that much... I hope you’re a chatty person. But if you aren’t and he got crossed at you, don’t take it personally. He loves you; he just doesn’t love the shush that much.
Oh, he does put up a good fight when the circumstance arises; can you blame him - he has such quick wit and flair for language. Sometimes he doesn’t make much sense, but maybe you don’t too. Give him some time and he will always come back for you; he will apologise from the bottom from his heart and be ready to listen to you, because he loves you.
He might tell you about the people he dislikes at work, or even those on the streets.. maybe you’d shrug those off as trivialities. But he’s only telling you because you’re the only one he would trust these embarrassing thoughts with. He might even break down in stress sometimes, and that’s just because he’s a perfectionist. Try to walk him through that and tell him you’re there with him.
He may intimidate you when he gets angry, but please be patient with him because he’s trying his best. Inside that explosive shell lies a fragile and sensitive character who can’t make sense of the world sometimes. Learn to love that about him because that can be so precious.
There will be times when he would trail off with his senseless rambles of made-up words, and you may even be REALLY irritated. Don’t be. Play along, and try to love these moments themselves because weren't those quirks of his that made you fall so deeply? Don’t let those become memories to look back on.
He would go on to remind you how much he loves you every day. Savour and appreciate every moment of that and never take it for granted. I know there is so much to him that a couple of years just weren’t enough time to surface all that. I hope you’ll love his beautifully candid spirit, and everything else about him that I didn’t have time to discover. You have a whole life ahead to do that.
I should really resent you for taking my place, but I don’t. I know you’ll love him better.
If only pain would leave the soul through the skin on my fingertips, onto the keyboard, tap tap tap.., becoming meaningless words of poetry and remain that way.
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It seems that I no longer lose sleep the way I did the first time around, though I do awake earlier. As sun rays hit my half-opened eyes as I lay in bed, I would wonder about your morning routine, confirming that with your last traces on WhatsApp. I couldn’t bear to bury your words in the archives just yet.