It was love at first sight. We set our eyes on each other, spoke, and immediately fell in love. I remember, how you went onto your knees to confess your love for me under the moon light with stars shimmering in the sky. It was picture perfect. You were nothing more than a blessing for me. I was in complete awe of you.
We’d always be together. There was nothing which could seperate us. I loved how everyone used to envy us. I cherished every moment spent with you. I wished the day to be a little longer and the night to never end when you were with me. How blissful our relationship was. You were my home.
Then what happened suddenly? Why did you change into everything you promised you never would be? Why did you become a curse? That night when we fought and you left me crying on the floor. I asked myself where did we go wrong? You slammed the door on me. You screamed in my face. You abused me. You even hit me once. You cheated on me several times with several other girls. I was still there with you inspite of all the mistreatments. I was stupid to fall into the trap of your fake apologies.
The night before we finally broke up. I went into the washroom. Looked at my reflection in the mirror. Touched all those bruises on my skin. Some hurt, some didn’t. I slapped myself, thrice.
Slap 1. Why do I still love you?
Slap 2. Why am I so weak?
Slap 3. I don’t deserve this!
I broke down. I have had it enough. I was over you. You know I don’t drink. But that night I swallowed down 3 bottles of whiskey. Surprisingly, it didn’t taste as bitter as your words. With teary eyes I laughed at my own adversity. I lit your favourite spliff cigarette. I inhaled marijuana and exhaled you. You were my intoxication.