My cousin had her *First Break up*. She did not talk to anyone for weeks, before she decided to come and pour her heart out to me. She came to me with a long sighs and awkward silence… I knew what to do! So, I hugged her till she started crying. It was the only way pull her out of the wall she created. She cried her heart out for a while and I let her, because I know nothing makes the heavy-heart lighter than crying.
She told me, she feels like she will never move on. It was scary. Not because she was hurt but because it was her *first heart-break*. The First everything is just so scary… first day at high school, first crush, first love, first kiss, first break-up… they all are so scary because they leave scars in you that can sometimes last a life time. Seeing her this broken got me to my knees but I gathered myself up. I reached to the dustbin under my study desk, pulled out a broken purse and handed it to her. She looked at me strangely for a while. I cleared my throat and said to her, “remember this purse I got for myself few years back? “
She nodded and softly replied, “you were short of some 200 rupees but you would not let go of it. I gave you the money I saved for something else because you had us at that store for almost an hour…” She smiled a little.
“I loved it so much and I was so worried someone else would take it”
“today morning, it broke so I threw it away. I really though it was unbreakable”. She seemed really confused so I sat next to her and said, “Look, this was my favorite purse but it broke anyways. I was upset because I never thought it would ever be damaged! but that’s how world works right? nothing lasts forever, not this purse, not your relationship and not your pain.” she did not speak. I held her hand and told her, “Next time you ever feel hurt by something or someone leaving, think of this purse and remind yourself that nothings lasts forever and it’s not your fault. The only wise thing to do would be to let go of it and grow out of it…” she started crying again so I stopped. we did not talk much after that. I asked her to get ready and I took her out for coffee.
It’s been some 2 and a half month since that incident and she is all okay now. Her heart has healed. I look at her eyes and the emptiness is gone, I can tell that she has moved on…
… and I guess after all these years, I did too.