Catharsis

By: Leah

And suddenly, your name didn’t make my heart skip a beat. 

It happened quite suddenly. On a random Thursday evening, to be exact. 

Suddenly, I didn’t bother checking to see if you’ve seen my story, or if you’ve read my text messages. I didn’t care that I hadn’t seen you in a few days and it didn’t make my heart ache to be so far away from you. 

It’s not that I no longer care for you. No, quite the opposite, actually. I still care. I believe I will always care. You were a light, someone who cared in the most unexpected of ways. I wrote too much poetry about you to say that I didn’t care. You were the best of people, kid. You’ll always have a special place in my heart. 

But I deserve better than waiting six hours on campus on the off-chance that you’ll be free to see me. I deserve better than letting my Nasib walk around aimlessly while I sit and wait for you. I deserve to be adored. To be loved. To be considered. 

Suddenly, it wasn’t that important anymore. Where you were, who you were with, what you were doing.

And it was as if a weight had been lifted from my soul.