The first heartache

It was an unforgettable evening. I just dumped someone or got dumped – I wasn’t sure. The worst part was, we broke up via text message just exactly like we started dating. It wasn’t going to work anyway. The guy had his own issues and eventually became a bully. I felt like as if someone had slapped me hard on my face. It gets scary being a single again if you’ve been in a relationship for a long time.

What happens after a break up, is the worst part. The pink pajamas were back. I made my mom watch twilight with me which made me even more depressed. No offense to team twilight. I’m not just cool enough. Neither my family nor my friends knew how to deal with me as I wouldn’t open up to them. There was always a deep pain in my chest. I had been such a Disney princess always dreaming about my perfect guy. I hated being alone. Though chocolates helped. I used to cry in the streets when no one was looking. I was dying from inside, but I wrapped my heart in a paper so people wouldn’t see the bruises. I buried my head in movies and TV series. The funny thing was, some of our mutual friends were like “Team Her,” which seemed comforting for a while. After some months, there was that eureka moment when I just snapped myself out of that mood. I felt like a bird finally getting back its freedom. I started going out with friends and shopping. Mark my words: There’s nothing in this world that a new pair of shoes can’t cure.

I tried to look at the bright side. Frankly speaking, I had always been a selfish girl thinking about myself and myself only. But that incident made me understand what it is like to have your heart broken. So I learnt to understand other’s feelings and care for them. The pain stopped after a while. I kind of became a better person and I’m still trying to make myself better every day. So, sometimes heartaches aren’t as bad after all.

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