It all started one night, when tears are rolling down
on her cheeks, she stared above the ceiling with thoughts lingering. “Where can
I go from here?” She questioned herself over and over again.
“I had thought this through, yes, I can do it.”
Finally, she sat up on her bed, wiping off the tear
streaks off with a determined look on her face. After taking a deep breath, she
has decided to pick up the phone and do something beneficial for herself.
The phone screen lights up in the dark, lighting up
her senses, bringing herself more courage to finally send that text. Her
fingers, trembling. Trying to calm herself down, she slowly moves her fingers
to the screen and begin typing the very first line of the text message.
Moving her thumbs slowly towards the keys on the
screen, she knew there is no going back after sending the very text. Deep down
she knows it is for her own good, she knows, she will be better off without him
one day.
With all great love stories, there will always be sacrifices.
Betty knows this all too well but how could someone even be rational when they
are in love?
Love and infatuation are two very different things. One
universal problem faced by most of the women population- confused between the
two, going back and forth into thinking that everyone they meet are the one.
Truth is, I don’t believe in meeting – the one. Or
maybe I do, it’s just because I haven’t met him yet.
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To be continued
