Dear guys and gals,
Following is a page from Sneha's diary. I know the story has ended, but I needed to present perspective of both the side,then you can decide ultimately! We all have love stories, but its upto each of us to complete it or let it be incomplete.
Scribblings from Sneha's Diary
I feel guilty hurting him, though I love him, I can’t accept him. I don't know how to explain this, call it my ego or selfishness. But I always needed a man who is as qualified as me. He is not even a graduate.
Now I have stopped talking to him. Every two hours, I glance at my cell, hoping to see a message or call from him. I think it’s good this way, No messages, No calls. Just a brief silence, as though the moment is hung.
The problem is, he is very nice and adorable, every gals "dream guy" I would say.In fact he even agreed not to keep in contact, after I stated my reasons for not accepting him. Deep down somewhere, he hopes that I will come back to him. When we parted ways, both cried because the pain is caused by me and not any one else. I am guilty. Sorry seems to be a small word but I hope it can reduce the pain I have caused him. Initially he resisted, but I convinced him that tomorrow will be more painful because of my ego.
I can't seem to understand how he loves a gal like me who is so ego-centric?? Strange are the ways of love or I should say, love is complicated subject, the more you dwell on it, the more you seem to be lost. There is no right or wrong here, it’s only what you feel counts.
I am confused because I don't want to hurt him tomorrow. What if tomorrow after marriage, I introduce him to my friends saying he is a graduate when he is not?? wouldn't it hurt him?? It would be very unfair to him. The whole thing will shatter down.
So I ended it!! so that he won’t be more hurt by my selfishness!!
He says he won’t hate me for what I did to him. Because I have being always special to him and will remain the same always. At least if he hated me, it would be much easier for both of us. I wish things were different. Forgive me Naveen.
Who can say when heart sighs?
Who can say when heart cries?
-from Sweet November