If i am to be like him...

On our break up,

Five years back,
He promised never to marry, if it is not me.
I felt bad,
With the tons of rumors,
If he has really loved me.
I cursed myself,
Drank and drugged,
To let him forget me.
Year passed,
The world almost forgot our stories,
But he still sent me the flowers.
I wondered high,
Over my decision,
If he is the one for me.
Another year passed,
But his love didn't waved,
He still sang for me in the night.
And finally,
My heart sore,
That it could resist no more.
I asked for the first time,
After our break-up,
That if he want us to get back together?
He didn't reply then,
My heart went mad,
Like i was literally dying.
I knew,
For the first time,
How hard it can be to left broken.
Seven days later,
My phone beeped with his message,
And it was a picture of a new born.
"Cute baby!"
I replied,
Adoring that little lovely boy.
He thanked me on my comment,
I got confused,
Until he cleared that his wife got him a baby boy.
"What nonsense?"
I almost screamed,
Like a desperate second wife.
But yes,
It was true,
He got a baby son!
My dreams crumbled at once,
But i knew,
That shouldn't be me.
So, I prayed for them,
For a very complete life,
And promised myself not to marry, if it is not him.
But i don't know,
Until when,
If i am to be like him.

^_^.

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