Why am I a modern day Meera?
Whenever I try to write something about you, I fail. You are not my ex. You are not my friend. You are a heartbreak that I never allow to heal. You've been special that way ever since I met you. Remember the first online chat we had. With our fake profile pictures, quirky usernames, we were trying to hide our real identity. Fortunately, our true-selves were reflected in the short sarcastic sentences we typed. I knew, you were my type! However, I was not. And that makes me curse the destiny. Why God, why? You were the missing piece that fitted perfectly with the jarred edges of my heart. I wanted our relationship to grow. It grew too. We had a label-less relation. We could tell everything to each other. We could go missing from each other's lives with no explanation. We could jump in and carry on as if nothing changed. Well, nothing could change - no man was man enough to take your place in your absence! You were the only one who understood me the way I wanted. You w...