Minute by minute she started losing him. The one, she loved so unconditionally. The one, who was into her bloodstream. The one, to whom she belonged to.
The pain in her heart was so immense that she couldn’t feel it anymore. If only she could hate him. If only she could forget his face forever. If only she could forget him smiling. If only she could forget his eyes looking at her.
Slowly and slowly he was setting her free from himself. But she didn’t want to go. She wanted to stay. She tried the best she could. But she couldn’t stop him.
She cried and begged in front of God. But god seemed to remain busy in the immense sufferings of world, already.
The one, for whom she could have given her life for, was indifferent to her now. He ignored her pain. He was moving on. He was happy to get rid of her finally. And she saw him doing that.
So she decided that there was no point in stopping him. She realised that she was making a mistake, by trying to hold on to him. So she let go of him finally.
Him, the ghost of the past. The ghost of the memories of man she loved. He is out of her heart now. He moved out for never coming back again. And now no matter how truly she loved it, no matter how madly she needed it, no matter how badly she wants him to, he doesn’t haunt her anymore.