​The diary was placed on the clothes, many of them heritage, rarely worn but treasured by her mother.. she opened somewhere towards the last.



"Today I accepted finally that the relationship I dreamt was never to be. I finally let it go. It took five years of my life. But even then I could not accept that this was not to be. Till yesterday.



I woke up yesterday, midnight and finally started removing all trace of his from my life. With each step it broke my heart. I deleted Instagram presence of his on my page. I unfollowed and blocked him on all platforms. Deleted hisbphotograph. I had known this was the right thing to do but I could not for so long. I was leaving on scraps he threw towards me. Yesterday even when my heart was numb of all his games, I closed the door.



Today instead of the perennial state of wait, I felt awake. Heartbroken a little, but the heart was breaking for such a long time that it did not matter any more. What felt good was the relief of no more.



No more of being called fat or old , in the middle of a sentence, no more a need to diet to fit in. I finally knew that the reason life...