College Romance and the Yellow Brick Road of Love

The other side of love – The pain of romance

I called out for help looking unto the skies. I got no reply. I started hating everything nice, and looked towards music to heal myself. I began to listen to the music a normal person would call “mindless noise”. Now this did help me bring my love at par with the rest of the world. Well, I should have been happy now… but now I hated everything, the whole world just as much as I hated this girl… but I still loved her.

I had lost all memories of what I was, the boy who loved his life. I was an emotional wreck, a drunk and a mess. Love did get me here in just a matter of months… I isolated myself from everyone.

Every time I approached my girlfriend, she shunned me and would spend most of her time with people I never liked, which would make it all the more unbearable. I even contemplated suicide. A year and a half had passed and I was frightened, I was someone I didn’t know. I couldn’t get out of my life, I was trapped in love!

I tried cleaning up my life, but I just didn’t have the strength. I was afraid to face the world by myself, afraid to see her with anyone else. I hated her just as much as I loved her, but didn’t know how to get through the day without seeing her, or listening to her voice.

The end of college romance

Two years passed and I couldn’t bear the pain anymore. At one of our several big fights, I clenched my fists, and in between gritted teeth, hissed “I hate you… I can’t stand you. . I just wish I had never seen you in my life!” Well, she was taken by surprise, it was a rude shock to be dumped by the wreck that I was. Hearing this, without a word she walked away.

I stood there with tears streaming down my cheeks, what had I done? I was not ready for this, but deep within me, the shackles were broken, I was at last… free!

But strangely though, this didn’t make me feel any better, I was still pained by the loneliness. A hollow feeling engulfed me and I was choking in the darkness within. It was all supposed to be over with our break up, that’s what I always knew, but now again, I was wrong… it felt worse. [Read: Obsessing over an ex]

The last pages of a college love story

I joined a few hobby classes, kept myself occupied with old friends, and I began to gym religiously, sometimes twice a day, to fill the emptiness within me. This did help to a certain extent, and I could get a grip over myself as the weeks passed by. I was saddened though, by the fact that this girl