Hi Best friend ,
I had a request to make. My birthday is approaching and I don’t want you to write a birthday post for me, put our picture as your DP. I want you to sleep before midnight, and if you’re awake don’t send me a birthday text, or a call. I don’t want you to buy me gifts, save that money for something better instead.
You may wonder why?
Any of it won’t make me happy. You’ve not been a good best friend.
I am dazed by your ignorance, you love saying ” ignorance is bliss” no wonder it is. I used to shrug off the fact that things are going downhill each time you told me otherwise I believed your version of ‘us’. The version that was doing well, where there’s nothing wrong. Basically,feigning everything’s fine even when it’s a rubble.
I can’t go about doing that. I don’t want to know whether I’m important you ?, if I’m a priority or not? I know the answers to these things.
Actions speak louder than words. Your words mean nothing if your actions don’t align with them.
If the only time you’re going to acknowledge my existence is when you see me walking on road in your direction ( making it absolutely impossible for you to avoid me). I don’t want this acknowledgement.
Also this year I’d not be making any cards for you.
You know all the cards I make aren’t just pieces of papers with beautiful writing and cut outs for me. They are a feeling. You have little by little killed that feeling. You’ve made everything so meaningless for me that I really want you to tear away every card I ever made for you sheet by sheet.
All the things I wrote, have become hazy their meaning has faded like the bond we had.
How dare you make me cry? , How dare you make my cards seem like meaningless pieces of paper to me?
You’ve made me feel that my words are better unsaid, unwritten and feelings unexpressed.
As much as I love the old you, I hate the you, you’ve become.
So this birthday no wishes, no midnight calls, no cards and no gifts.
© Samridhi Dutta.