My EX

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Remember that time you swore your love was infinite,

Recounted the rogues' gallery of exes before me,
And rejoiced that you'd finally found your harbour, your port in the storm?

You blessed the day our paths collided,
Marvelled that the universe could create someone so uniquely me,
And crowned me with the title of "irreplaceable."

For a while, I wore that crown like a king.

Your conviction was my religion.
Genotype was just a science experiment we were sure to pass.
Religion? A mere technicality.
Tribal lines were for maps, not for us.
The elders, with their weary counsel? They just didn't get it.
We had a love so powerful, it could file taxes and fix a leaky faucet.
That was our belief.

Sure, we had our battles, but love was always the white flag.

One look into your eyes was all the spark I needed to ignite a whole new war.

We thought we had it all figured out.

Then the meteor - not just a lightning strike - hit. And we shattered.

We didn't make it down the aisle.
And yet, here I am. Breathing. Paying bills. Laughing at Indian Skits.

I was certain we'd both just… wilt.
Turns out, I wasn't your final destination. You were a very scenic route, not the last bus stop.
And I, who thought my heart had a one-customer policy, somehow learned to open a new account.

So, what happened to the promises, whispered like secrets into the dark?
The dreams that dissolved in the harsh light of a Tuesday morning?

I saw your kids the other day. They have your smile. It suits them. It doesn't look like it belongs to me.

We were magnificent fools, weren't we? But I think we should blame the dazzling, near-sighted fever of it all.
We built a beautiful, air-conditioned bubble, shielded from the fact that life is mostly just… sunny and humid.

Sometimes, I close my eyes to remember your face… and it's strange.
It's faded, like an old photograph left in the sun. Your features are there, but the intensity is gone.
It vanished not with a bang, but with the gentle, unremarkable pop of a soap bubble.

So, did I love you?



I loved the person we invented together, in that bubble.

Life, it turns out, isn't a fortress we build with one person. It's more like a river - it flows, it carves new paths, it meets other streams, and it always, always finds a way to the sea. You were a powerful, life-changing bend in my river. You shaped the landscape of who I am, and for that, I am grateful. The love I had for you wasn't a lie; it was just a chapter, not the whole book.

Our story ended, but we didn't. We just kept writing our own books, on separate pages.

So, from one former magnificent fool to another, I wish you all the best. I hope your river is deep, your journey is kind, and that you find all the ports you were ever searching for.

May your path be filled with joy, laughter, and love that feels as real as the ground beneath your feet.

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