A love story that never ended...

"I love you too. We will work things out". A dream statement for any person who is hopelessly in love or for somebody who has put their faith and trust in their partner. A statement that promises a happy ending. But in the case of this story, there never was an ending.
When i told my cousin of this title, she asked me who the protagonist was and I replied, "Me". She probed me a little and asked, "the male protagonist" and I replied, "whoever knows me will know who the male is and for those of them who don't, the story is enough". So stop looking for name starting from...Now! I have never wanted to blog about something that was too personal but I guessed I would rather write about it and let people know, "We have all been through this".
A break up is never easy. You break up because you know things are not going well between the 2 people involved. "The best thing about a break up is the break up itself" (according to Indian film star Ranbir Kapoor). But what happens if everything was going well? That brings me to my next question, the worst thing about a break up? When the person involved is left to assume that it is over. I have been the "victim" twice. At least the first time, I was "informed" about it via a text message much later. The second time round, I thought dating a matured man would save me these sort of juvenile behaviour but to my surprise i realised, it is not about the age but just the fact that "Men get cold feet..Period"! By the lack of interest in responding to my calls and messages, I knew it in my heart and mind alike that it was reaching the end of its validity period. Contrary to the Sim card where you can recharge, I knew there was nothing i could do to recharge the interest. But i never accepted it. I hoped, i prayed, I waited. I was in love for Pete's sake, I could not let go!
Today, I have better sense. I do not want sympathies. I did fine without it and I am still doing well. I have moved on. But I was in love and maybe that is why I am not sorry that it still hurts. I never had an answer to a question to myself and the people around me, "What did i do to deserve this"? Today, I have an answer, "He did not do anything to deserve me". Ending my life or doing crazy things was never an option. I wanted to live, fall in love again. 
I never fell out of love nor did I stop loving him. He just chose to deny himself of my love and leave our story with a lot of blank pages.