14th February 2023 is such a memorable day for me.

Now, you’re picturing chocolates, flowers and cute love letters floating in the air? Well let’s burst some bubbles.

It was 8 am and my boyfriend’s line was switched off and he was offline too. It felt strange for a reason, but I knew him too well because he wouldn’t just disappear because of a man-made celebration, right?

The reality set in by 9 pm when I went through my IG and saw he posted on his story. I clicked and my man was shining his perfect white teeth next to a very thick curvy lady.

Compared to me, she was a 10/10 and I was somewhere between 3.0001. I liked the story and within two minutes he deleted the post.

I spent the next one hour crying, not because he cheated or played with my emotions. I cried because I didn’t know what went wrong.

He was smitten, obsessed and deep in love with me. He worshipped the floor I walked on. If he could, he would melt into my skin. A proof of his affection towards me was my Glow. I had the glow of someone who was loved.

By 11 pm I was done crying and with the little strength and tightness on my chest, I wrote more than twelve poems and I forwarded it to a friend.

He read and the first question he asked was, “who hurt you?” I denied being hurt.H

He spent the next twenty minutes pointing out the little details of how I was loved at home, by my friends and even strangers. He made me write down things that made me feel alive and till today that extra effort of him overshadowed the hurt I felt earlier.

The poem sits in my drive, untouched, unedited, raw with my emotions. I can’t seem to delete it or publish it. It is there to remind me never to let myself get hurt like that ever again.

A day that started with me feeling worthless ended up making me realize that love surrounds me. Even though I don’t get to see or realize it immediately, it is always there.