A freezing chill ran over her whole physique. The wind blowing through the flimsy curtain added an incomparable coldness to the atmosphere. She needed his warmth more and more. Things fell apart a long time ago. The memories in retrospect were not very beautiful. Yet she found them somewhat soothing to console her wounded heart. She settled in a cozy chair with a blank glance at the eerie environment. The pen ran down the piece of paper involuntarily.

To the one I hate…

Not sure whether I have the right to call you dear.  That's why I started the letter in that manner.  This might seem long.  But please bear with me and read it to the end.  This is not to ask you to come back to me.  Even if I ask you, there is only a remote possibility of your coming back.

I know I caused you severe pain and agony when you were with me.  But I don't want to apologize.  According to standards, I have given you the best.  But can you remember the question you repeated over and over again?

"What have you given me?"

The question which made my soul tear apart.  It was this very question which even drove us apart.  Perhaps you might know the gravity of it.  How dare you ask such a question from the love of your life!  For me the question itself is enough to mark the end of any relationship.  Human relationships are very fragile.  By asking that, you question my love, which is my life basically.  I could never ask you such a question for I know you have given me so much.  The touch of your freshness, the warmth of your singing, and even the musk of your sweat meant love to me.  How precious they are to me!  I live with them even now.

Now I have a question for you. In what terms do you measure love?

I met you when your life was a chaotic mess.  I believe I gave it some order.  Not sure whether I deserve the credit according to and I don't need to accept it.  It made you smile; I made your life pleasant.  These I feel deep inside my heart.  What a person feels deep inside one's heart is real.

Recently I dreamt of a quarrel which took place between us a long time back.  Those words of yours still resonate in my ears. "It's good if we never married?" then I could have been your ideal lover forever.  No taint of our love will be there then.  Don't you know?  When people marry and time passes by you really get bored.  Then you start living in your dreams.  Dreams become a life giving sap to face life.

Now I am experiencing the same thing.  I'm still wondering where I made the blunder.  In your eyes I have erred everywhere.  But are you perfect?  Are you totally in the right?  I don't need answers.

Finally, what I have to say is this.  Let me be frank.  I strive to hate you because only when you try to hate a person, you get to know how much you love that person.  You realize how difficult it is to hate your love.  The more you try to hate, the more your soul intertwines with the one you love.  Before you walk apart from me forever, think of these at leisure.

I hope you know who I am.