I deleted your number which, by the way, I remember by heart
Anger. It makes you do stupid thing. I was so angry last night, I deleted your number from my phone. But that was not enough. I picked up the phone again and I unfriended you on Facebook. I unfollowed you on Twitter and Instagram. I blocked you on WhatsApp as well. 'I am done!' I told myself.
I picked up the book I was reading and pretended to read. I was on the same page for 5 minutes. Words were blurry but your thoughts were clear. Very clear! I picked my phone, again. Searched for you on Facebook. I hated your profile picture. 'You snob!' I cursed. Then, I read your timeline. I read each post. I read between lines too - how you always posted a smiley while replying to girls - that made me boil with anger. The moment this realization struck, I blocked you on Facebook. I was officially done with you!
I turned sides on the bed. Confused, I recalled some best and worst times we had together. Few made me smile. Few, very few, affirmed that no matter how much I try, I can't masquerade my feelings. I love you - that's a fact. By this time, anger was subsiding and gentle waves of love were making their way. My body felt light. Slowly logic triggered. I told myself to act mature. I told myself if love is an ocean, I want to swim, surf, dive and drown with you. Without you, I may not get angry this often, but I will be very lonely. And I choose anger over loneliness!
P. S. - I deleted your number which, by the way, I remember by heart.
P. P. S. - This post was first published here.