𝙄𝙩 was late at night when I called my friends for a coffee or a beer outside but none of them were available except for Sham. He was with me on my low peak season. I was 24. We used to be colleagues and had our own relationships when we met. We’re good friends, no special attraction, we just jived along really well. I liked his wit about anything, what a smart-ass! He’s very opinionated and his sense of humor was just awesome.One day I woke up and found myself “𝙊𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙! 𝙄’𝙢 𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙇𝙀”. It took months to move on from my first ever relationship. I’ve asked for signs and seen all in him so I thought he’s the one. And honestly I quit believing on each of them. Maybe the signs were not all made to support my fantasy. After the break up with my ex bf, Sham had been more consistent not the courting part cause we never had that I think but yeah he always sent me sweet and long comforting messages to make me feel okay, going out for dinner, coffee and talk endlessly about life, the happy and embarrassing moments, weird people, rude clients, how to train dogs as per Cesar Milan, know the alpha wolf from the rest of the pack, favourite series, how much he loves Nina Dobrev and Blake Lively and claiming Adam Levine my future husband next life, those silly stuffs. Nothing much of a heart talk. I enjoyed the terms and the status of officially dating each other, barely the closest I can describe right now. Monthsary wasn’t our big thing, can’t remember when exactly but it was closed to Christmas when he said he loves me and it all started there.

𝙁𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙.. It lasted for few years. The relationship was based more on friendship rather than the typical couple you’ll see walking down the street or cinemas, celebrating Valentine’s Day with the candle lights, or me getting a bouquet of flowers. Surprises? Nah! He’s the worst believe me. He did once on my birthday, he bought shoes but an inch longer than my foot size. Usually he’d ask me to get dress and pick me up to do shopping and buy what I want or just go wherever for a good lunch/dinner, movie and ride on his big bike, whatever. He’s pretty outgoing. Works for me too. He’s one of the sweetest person I’ve ever known. We did plenty of adventures on the road , we’ve grown and get matured together, he’s the first person I run to when I’m happy or excited or even when in trouble. And so as he. That’s what I appreciate the most about us, being a cast on every episode nevertheless in every scene.

A simple and quiet night twist the story. I don’t think he meant to ever hurt me but he had. I knew he was dating someone else months before. I can act angry and upset and yell and kick and scream but I didn’t instead I prepared myself and moved on, tried living a life I never had. That’s too early to be swept away but the appetizer was served and the main course has finally arrived. I managed to keep myself composed which made me sound like the most pathetic person you’ll ever know. The moment he spit out the truth I felt relieved and shattered. I was waiting for that very second but felt different when you’re actually hearing it. I was okay but disappointed. I was hurt but chose to accept it. I was too nice for that lie (or maybe I wasn’t). I loved him but it’s over. I can’t hate him because I knew how much he loved and cared for me (well before the cheating part). And I can’t give another chance because we deserved a good life separately. He was crying and I wasn’t, done weeks ago during my sleepless nights. I told him words that sure did melt and broke his heart in a nice way. We had a heart to heart talk and mutually released both ends of the string. We kept the show going to avoid the intriguing questions of our friends or anyone around us “why we broke up”. Until I left the country. That’s a trick to my graceful exit.

I’m a fan of happy ever after endings in every movie. I mean, who doesn’t? We may have different perceptions of happy endings and in most cases, it’s the love affair that catches two people completely off-guard and end up in wedding bells and colorful confetti. That’s obviously not my story. But I truly believe that if you’re not a good a fit then you won’t. Breakups are blessings too. Don’t let it defeat you instead rise stronger and be more resilient. It’s always a matter of choice, choose wisely. I’m happy with where I am now, how far I’ve come, whoever I am with. I just feel very blessed that God brought me here with the decisions I’ve made, which probably woudn’t happen if maybe I wasn’t being cheated on. So it’s not always a bad thing, sometimes it’s even more like a lucky charm. At least for me.-🍁🧿

How do you deal with 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙥𝙨? What works for you? I would love to hear about it!