Someone very close to me is going through a break up. As I try to help them deal with it, I’m confronted by my own hang ups regarding two people going their separate ways.
We always tend to remember the good times. The times that made us continue with a relationship that had thoroughly expired, even though we knew it was time to move on. Why is that?
There is this thing in our brain that doesn’t allow us to remember the times we cried so much our eyes hurt, or felt the physical pain of betrayal deep within our bodies. The pain that hurls you out of bed at 3am gasping for air.
Why the good times. In most relationships they were so few and far between, but we hang on to them and remember them so vividly, like they were yesterday. The way he held my hand, when he whispered ‘I’ll be with you forever’ and I could see it in his eyes.
Maybe they meant it, maybe those times were true and authentic. Maybe what we had become at the closing of this relationship is not who we truly are but rather the intermingling of two souls in clash with each other forming a pragmatic union that is bound for failure.
Maybe I want to remember you, how I first knew you, how you first reached out and touched my heart. Maybe I still love that version of you. Maybe I always will.
A Good Indian Girl 