It's been a grand total of one and a half years since we last broken up.
He was the first true love of my life, the first guy I've ever slipped my fingers so comfortably into his hands. The first guy I've ever brought home to meet the folks and the first guy I've kissed.
The time spent together brought light into my mundane life and I became the happiest girl ever. We were both relatively family oriented people and we enjoyed the company of each other's families, an occasional movie and a stroll in the evening parks coupled with tonnes of cuddling up to each other.
He was a reserved guy whose problems are never told or revealed to me. Someone dependable and reliable among his siblings. Someone whom wasn't in the limelight but is always the sensible one.
Things didn't work out after a couple of months between us. Until today I don't have a single clue why he left me.
Though there have been one or two guys who came into my life after the incident, it didn't last. For I knew my heart still yearns for him,I didn't attempt or tried or begged him for a second chance for I knew it would be out of sympathy that he would give it another go.
I seem to be dwelling on my own misery after so long, the ache.. comes like an old scar when you accidentally knock unto it.
Anyone feeling pretty much the same?