Not too dear You,
I met you a couple of hours ago. I wish I never had. You were best in fantasy.
Once upon a time, we saw the world in same colours. You never spoke but I understood. You were fiery and enthusiastic. I was determined and willful. Nevertheless we built our lives separately. We never tried to know each other. Maybe I imagined you as someone you were not.
He loves me in his quaint way. He rarely says but I understand (just like I understood you). Or misunderstood? I was shocked when you told me “I had my eyes on you.” I kept repeating those words in my mind all the time. Am I an object? Someone who you could use? And possibly discard? I was ashamed of myself.
You were a moment’s weakness; he is my pillar of strength. No! I’m not comparing. Thanks for making me realize that I chose the right person.