Not that I am hurt. No,I'm not. I knew this would happen. Even I wanted it to end. But giving it an unanticipated end would leave me tormented, even I know this. One long year of stay put was going to lead to such terrible consequence, this was certainly unforeseen. My tears have dried till now, it doesn't wreck me anymore, this is smooth. As smooth as a potion being injected by a well practised clinician. I am not crying , not even a single drop of tear is rolling down my cheeks, it's numb . But Emir is soul-stirred, he is asking me to hold my self,collect myself, he is thinking I'm broken, so is he,as he says. He says he is crying for me. We are texting now.He thinks I'm mourning too. But mourning stage was crossed too early. There were days when i used to cry, scream, beg. But today it's not worth it. My heart felt strong, stronger, strongest. Today I understand, why a chunk of rock feels so strong, so tuff. Because it is dry from inside, no trace of water fits inside it .A similar compassion trailed down from my heart. There was no passion neither adore nor abhor. The reason why the opposite of love is described as apathy. I felt no bond. Completely detached. It was not comprehended that a tie which inundated my soul with tear,let alone my eyes, when would it end, will leave me this way wizened.
