To: The one holding the dagger
I did not lose you in an instant, but gradually, over a period of time.
Over a period of time I realised how the toxicity of our friendship flowed through your veins and mine.
I bore with it until it hit my brain and it hit hard.
I stared at the dusky sky with tearful eyes as I recalled you saying, “Vaswani, we’ll be best friends forever”.
I shouldn’t have felt that way because I saw it coming from a mile away.
You hurt me, belittled me, and made me so sad even after that I felt like I needed you.
I needed you to pull out the dagger and stop the pain, when ironically, you were the one to cause it.
I needed you to give me a reason for all the lying, ghosting and emotional unavailability. And the funniest part is I’m still waiting for you to take accountability.
I’m slowly healing from the scars you left on my mind. I’m blooming yet again, hoping that someone would want me for me.
As much as it hurts, I’m glad you left and never tried to hold us together because isn’t what needs holding already broken?
Thank you for letting me fall flat on my face. At least now I know that I don’t need you to help me up.
Thank you for pushing me away from yourself. Little did I know you ended up pushing me closer to me.
From, The one who got stabbed.
Author: Vedant Vaswani