Sob, I sold my first love!

Get rid of her, said my roommate.

Sob, I sold my first love!

Get rid of her, said my roommate. But I didn't want to. There was a time when no day was complete without spending some of the best hours of the day with her. She was faithful, beautiful and possessive.

Mahabaleshwar, Goa, Alibaug, Mumbai and Matheran she was with me everywhere, on all the trips be it smooth sailing, or tough, bumpy ones. It was exactly a year back when I realised that it's time for both of us to go separate ways, the time to bid a sweet goodbye. Something, however, held me back.u00a0

My feelings for her were very strong; I couldn't see her with anyone else, and she was too young to be gone forever. I knew the parting would be devastating, despite the fact that I was actually two-timing. There was someone else apart from her, and I was enjoying the new liaison, which, of course, wasn't as dependable as her. For all the six months that I didn't meet her, she stood there waiting for me... never complaining, even though I flirted with someone else in front of her ...she never asked any

Something inside me kept on prompting me to take a decision and end my association with her. There was no way I could manage two beauties, I had to choose one, take that tough call on cutting her out of my life.

I convinced her to go with someone else, and she, being the way she was, didn't question my intention. But deep down, I knew I still loved her, that I would miss her my entire life. It was hard for me. I was not used to ending such bonds. Nostalgia was already filling my nerves. Tears rolled down my eyes, but so was she made that she wouldn't even cry. I touched her everywhere, with a little lust, lots of love, but most of all, remorse.

As I walked away from her, I didn't look back. I knew I would change my decision if I did. My Enticer will forever entice my senses, even more when she's not around. Everyone says that when love becomes mechanical, it loses the spark. In this case, it was just the opposite. As Roger de Bussy-Rabutin put it, absence is to love as wind is to fire; It extinguishes the small and kindles the great.

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