Truly, I hadn’t been myself since we formed an attachment. I didn’t know how to control my emotions anymore- perhaps, it was because I’d loved her so much. Love, for some unknown reasons, made me weak- and it hurt me that I was weak.
One night, I’d returned from work, looking tired and haggard with pain. I was overwhelmed with pain, and so, I felt I needed a break from the world. I got to my room, went into the shower, pumped some water and I stood in it, crying and singing altogether. I cried in different rhythm, one that was consoling, and one that was tears-teasing. I stood still in the shower, wondering and wondering where I’d gone wrong.
My tears rolled into my mouth, I gasped at the cold waters escaping into my...