(This is the second and final part of the story. The first, in case you missed, is Love Like PoisonÂ )
Your ignorance was the best gift you could ever give me. For in the throes of the darkness within, during all my vain attempts to turn your gaze to fall upon me, I found a new me, one who could set her heart on anything and get it, anything, anything but you.
This emotion I felt was love, changed into something else entirely. As the taste of personal successes in my life overpowered the control you had over me, I realized that I was not that girl who would get shivers in her stomach when your hand brushed against mine in class, or who could not eat properly in the cafeteria because you were sitting on another table facing me.
The dimpled smile you gave me on Monday made me think that maybe I was beginning to lose my cloak of invisibility and that you had begun to notice me. I can easily go on and say that â€˜mister you have lost your hold on meâ€™ and pretend to work like normal. No, that would not be completely true, and yet it would not be totally false either.
In my race towards glory, I found out the feelings I developed for you were not as intense as I thought them to be, but with that smile, you won me all over again. I wanted to be with you, help you reach where you could not, be the wind beneath your wings. In the matter of a few days, you christened me your best friend, you said because of my presence in your life the grief over the loss of your girlfriend wasnâ€™t a stabbing pain anymore. Like a love drunk honeybee, I took in each word you uttered with gusto and etched it on my heart.
Loneliness of my nights was now filled with the emotions your words created in me, those loving words carved on my heart. To the point of going crazy I idolized and worshiped you, as for you, you were always by my side, adorning me with strings of praises and garlands of love, till the point where I knew you had fallen, fallen into love deeper than me.
You were a fool if you thought I would not notice. Observing you intriguingly more and more each passing day, I noticed a pattern. How you were manipulating people with those very dimples, I could not help but wonder whether you were doing the same to your mother. You used people like tissues and the worst part being they donâ€™t even have a clue what you are doing to them. The house of cards was blown over by a gale.
Know this, you who consider yourself the man of my dreams, this is the denouement you had been seeking. This is the mystery lurking in my eyes you were never able to comprehend. You mean nothing to me; you never meant anything to me. You are just another trophy I won. Learn that two can play at your game.
Now that I have given my ego the boost I needed by successfully making you fall in love with me, I am letting you free. No, I will not just throw you away, that is your forte and instead I am letting you free. When you leave, remember that love is not always blind, heck it need not be love always. I know from my experience that you used to have a good heart, but pretty boy, you lost it somewhere, and that is when the little devil in you began to show a bit more. It is never too late to mend your ways.
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