But what if, you are not all those things? What if you too, like me, are a sum of all you insecurities and fears? What if you, like me, fell in love with a man in your most vulnerable state? What if he narrated the same stories to you that are restored in the abyss of my heart? And, what if you too were a woman, just like me, hoping for love and happiness to possibly change your life?
It’s not my place to call you names. We didn’t have any pacts of travelling the world together, or spending the New Years somewhere on a secluded beach. I don’t deserve any answers from you because it wasn’t you I was in a relationship with. It’s the man who chose to sleep with you that happens to be the love of my life. It’s his shame, not yours.
We’ve both felt loved and been cheated on by the same man. This hasn’t been a first for me. I hope with all my might that it’s a first for you, though. Because if it isn’t, then we are not only united by the men in our lives but also by the betrayal that we’ve been served by them. We are united by our displaced sense of selves. And, that is one realisation that pierces me.
