"We have no hope"

I was stunned by my own words too. So his ashen face and wide eyes were no surprise to me

"Our relationship is more pain than pleasure."

This part was true. Our last few encounters were nothing but cold and hurtful.

"Piya, I'm so sor-". I am not letting him finish this time.

"It's too late now. Leave my property at once otherwise I'll call the police" I said as I raised my voice.

After a pause, "If that's what you want, I'll respect your wishes". As he packed up his stuff, he took one last glance at me before he walked out on me again. Only this time I asked him to.

Once I make sure he's gone I crumble down and let myself a cry a river. My hope in what I felt for him had reduced to a piece of burning coal. The only reason it hasn't completely diminished is because every time I think about him my heart still flutters like it did 10 years ago for the very first time. When he was my very first love.