Her name isn’t yours anymore!

Samiksha, Alia, Maahi, Piya, Tanya, Laila, and Dhwani are some of the names she goes by.

It’s fine with me if her name isn’t yours anymore. I don’t have to crawl beneath her to dislike you, and my buddies don’t have to keep my phone hidden from me while I’m drunk. I don’t have to think about you when I watch that movie or kiss her. I don’t have to worry about that night we spoke about getting back together while I stroll down my neighbourhood. I don’t miss you as much as I used to since I can now envisage my life without you.

She sits in your place now, not you. Her words have taken the place of yours, and my memories of you have been replaced by her.

Why do you keep making me your issue when you’ve informed me there’s a reason I’m no longer your problem?

She doesn’t sit outside my house and drag my mother into our texting spats. She doesn’t try to establish implausible links between my father and myself, nor does she re-enact my trauma. She doesn’t take a half-day to break up with me and then tell me she still wants to sleep with me. She doesn’t create a two-sided screenplay to break up with me, nor does she look me in the eyes and tell me I’m no longer the person she fell in love with, knowing I’m hurting within. That’s why I take solace in the idea that no other relationship can compare.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss you, but I’d also be lying if I said I didn’t still love you.

As a result, here is my reaction. I’m done crying, and I’m done taking antidepressants. I hope you recall that I attempted to be respectful. So you may continue to tell your friends that I’m insane as if you had nothing to do with it. You may keep putting my music on your playlists that you despise and swipe right on me to see whether I did the same. You are free to continue tagging me on Instagram and composing derogatory songs about me. I just wish you could achieve the same degree of clarity that I have.

You took the decision to choose yourself that day, and I’m going to do the same. I hope you realise that because they picked me, I’ll always choose them.

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