
As I write this, somewhere in the metropolis a heart is grieving for love untimely lost.
Yesterday, I woke up to what I thought would be another ordinary day. But before lunch was even through, news came to me of a friend’s tragedy. Her heart had been broken, her love taken away without even so much as a warning.
Her name was Happiness — or at least that’s what she was back then. She was with a guy we all admired. He was tall, fair-skinned and handsome. He had qualities belonging only to the man of your dreams: he was nice, kind, funny and a gentleman in every sense of the word. They’d been together for as long as I could remember. In fact, they were that kind of couple that you wouldn’t refer to one without also mentioning the other. They were inseparable. And so we grew accustomed to such inseparability.
Having been together so long, it was only opportune that they marry someday, if not soon. Just as they were already planning their wedding, he suddenly decided to break it up.
They were in the car travelling home one night. They had just celebrated their anniversary a few days before. On the way, he suddenly parked the car at the shoulder and confessed “I don’t love you anymore. I’m sorry.” And with a pat on the shoulder, he returned to Happiness the plans for their wedding.
But he wasn’t telling the entire truth.
His change of heart was because of another girl who stealthily plotted her way into his heart and alienated his emotions from Happiness. Another girl snaked her way in between two lovers in such an effective manner that she was able to ruin a relationship within a short span of time.
Happiness she was no more.
As a friend, I was flabbergasted. I could not have imagined, never in a billion years, that he was capable of such an atrocity. He of the angelic face, soft-spoken and gentle-mannered ways. I would have rather learned that he had succumbed to a single night’s infidelity than for him to actually break her heart and leave her. She was, after all, his Happiness.
It is truly an unfortunate event that has befallen my friends. I grieve for her loss and I am disappointed by his palpable mistake. It is even sadder that he has not seen the error of his ways. Perhaps, it is too early for him to realize so. But I am unsure if things could ever go back to the way it was. Sometimes, change is not necessarily good.
I grieve for broken hearts.






