I took the liberty of being candid with her, leading to a fight.
Neither can I accept my fault nor can I easily forgive her.
I wished I was not egoistic.
An inexpressible pain, a feeling of being squeezed from within.

Shall I tell her, how hurt I am?
what if she thinks am weak and sympathises!
How can I ignore her elegance in those natty outfits.

How can I brush aside her perfume that enlightens my mood.
Here she comes with the click-clack sound of her heels forcing all to take a peep.
I feel proud thinking that she is my girl whom the world admires. 

I chose to keep my ego aside and walk towards her to apologise.
but she walks past me like a stranger.
Oops my ego hurts again!

Published by Namitha

Namitha is an Indian expat living in Belgium. She is a biotechnology freelance writer and Bollywood dance instrutor in Belgium. She also enjoys writing fiction short stories, poems and other guest blogs. Strongly feels writing is a best way to express your thoughts.

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