A message from my Ex

​Now and then I think of the times when we used to be together

You would patiently wait for me to wake up

Although you never said it out aloud, I knew I meant the world to you.

I lay happily in the comfort of your bedroom.

Sometimes, you would sleep with me beside 

While I lay awake pretending to love your snores 

Or rather, your passive ignorance of my presence.

I helped you keep in touch with your friends 

And brought you stories from across the globe,

While you made love to me on the table amidst the pile of papers

Or sometimes, on your sweaty laps.
But you didn’t have to cut me off just like that after more than seven years,

Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing.

I don’t even need your love now

But I hate the way you treat me now like a stranger

And that hurts me deeply. 

No, you didn’t have to stoop so low!

I don’t even know who you even hang out with anymore,

I guess I don’t need that though.

I thought you had left me because of the looks

But only when I became trendy and thought I had the edge, 

Your conscious ignorance taught me that what mattered for you was Speed.
I had always wanted things to happen slower.

You were always on a rush and wanted things to happen fast.

It was hard to accept at first but I had to resign with pain in my heart.

I wait for that Someday when we could patch up like Ross and Rachel after ‘the break’,

But I doubt it shall happen while you ignore me like Rachel did Gunther.

I know one thing for sure though that when we do meet, 

We would both say it together, ‘Oh my God!’ just like Janice and Chandler.

Perhaps, our break-up was designed by the God above.

But for now, I shall leave you with this thought:

The rose is gone but its fragrance still remains. What I mean is,

I know there is a space for me in your heart because I was your first love.

Sincerely yours,

Internet Explorer

Author: Kavir Nair

A bespectacled lad from the filter coffee preferring south Indian coastal city of Chennai. The Japanese coined a word just for me - Tsundoku, which means the act of buying a book and leaving it unread, often piled together with other unread books. Although I must add, having an unread library is the way I could truly honour the late Umberto Eco. When not watching movies in theaters or beach walking on Marina, you can find me at home reading a book or writing a journal or Netflixing. While I do all this as Ravi Kiran, my alter ego - Kavir Nair needs an exclusive space to write. Hence, he has chosen this abode.

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