I never once thought that I would be penning this down. Maybe this is one of the ways in which I may find some closure.

I accept that there are things that I have done that I am not proud of. I have made mistakes, I have hurt the person I loved and I am not perfect. No one is. But I also know that I loved him a lot and it hurts to think about how he handled the situation and the way he shamelessly walked away without even one apology.

I had never looked at another person since the day he came into the picture. I never asked for anything except his love and trust. Trust, a word that makes or breaks your world, a word which is the very foundation of any relationship.

Well, the story goes as usual; we met and fell head over heels in love with each other. Everything always seems to be beautiful at first and honestly, that one year was memorable.

Now, one has to understand that I come from quite a wealthy background and him not so much. The reason I loved him was because even with all of this I saw a person who cared for me, a person who wanted to do something with his life, someone who had been hurt and still chose to rise, someone who I thought was the most genuine, down-to-earth person.

The day we confessed our love for each other, he took me in his arms and said, “never to let go”. Sounds cheesy but I did promise him that. I would never let go of him, will stand by him no matter what. There were so many people who didn’t approve of this relationship and went lengths to come in between us but I trusted him and so didn’t listen to anyone. He was someone I knew would never pull the trigger on me.

Everything seemed to be going well. I helped him in every way I could. I was always there to share his happiness and pain. I even helped him with his finances at times and did things for him that I never knew I could do for anyone. All this time I knew his love was only for me and doing these little things for him made my life beautiful every day. In return, all I ever wanted was his devotion, love, and trust. Was it too much to ask for?

Yes, there were times when we had the most horrible fights. I accept that I said things in the heat of the moment and so did he. I sometimes went overboard simply because I felt he was slowly taking me for granted. There were times he wouldn’t pick up my calls. Times when he switched off his phone and times where he went away and never told me where to or for how long. I was afraid that something wrong might have happened to him and so whenever he came back after these lapses, I lashed back with full force hurt and worried about him. But he never understood my anger; the fact that I hated it when he shut me out or treated me like a complete stranger.

Then came the day when I stumbled upon a picture that turned my whole world around. A picture of him and a girl I had never seen before, sitting too close to each other. For a moment I did feel a little taken aback but decided that I would ask him myself before jumping to any conclusions. So, I did. 

The answer he gave was cold as if I had caught him red handed. He even said that this was the reason he didn’t want me to know things. Let me make the picture a little bit clearer, in the timespan that I had dated him I never got to meet his friends, I was never asked to come to his house.

Anyway I tried hard not to think about that photo. But there was something that changed him from that day. Our fights got uglier with each passing day.

The day I completely lost it was the day he told me “I NEED HER” and chose another girl over me. He walked away like a coward. He didn’t even have the guts to look me in the eye and walk away with respect.

They say women have a strong “gut feeling” about such things and of course I was no exception. The truth had to come out and it finally did. I found out he had two facebook profiles and the other one had photos with this girl. The other girl was married to someone else.

So it turns out that I was cheated on by him because he chose to have an affair with a married woman. I lost all respect for him that day. I had never thought he would stoop so low.

It hurts to have loved so much but it hurts like a b***h to know that the person I loved made a joke out of my life. But even in this storm I still believe that my “the one” exists and the day he finds me and hugs me tightly will be the day my scars will truly mend.

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