Netflix bloom

Have you ever think about the series what we used to watch are always relatable to our life , if you don't feel so then it makes you feel boring . Here we go ; today I will share something about this series , I know it seems boring but I feel very good to see ; If you think I am talking about you, yes I am. 

While surfing Netflix last week, I happened to stumble upon a new romantic comedy: 'To all the boys I've loved before' and it made me think about all my past relationships too. Since I don't have a production set at my disposal right now, I have decided to pen an open letter. This is not a grudge-filled declaration, nor is it a lonely heart's cry. Just an outburst of thoughts that I have after nearly a decade of dating. So, here we go:

To my first love.

You, Oh you! I was thirteen when I saw you for the first time. Fourteen when we started talking and fifteen when you finally asked me out. I still remember the smell of your  tear of your left sleeve and the way you pronounced my name. What I can’t seem to remember is, why did we grow apart. You were the first person I saw my forever with and the last one to give me genuine butterflies.

Maybe the reason why you remember your first love forever is because of all the things it made you believe in. Everything you ever thought real love can be. Everything that was proven wrong.

To my college honey. 

You snooze, you lose, right? I spent my entire high school snoozing hard over books and syllabus. In college though, where everyone was getting some, I decided to stay the same and met you. You were a good person , of all things. I just want to tell you, I did lie to you, many, many times. My favourite ice cream is the chocobar , not butterscotch and no, I don't enjoy romantic comedies more than adventurous love stories . 

Every day that we were together, I kept moulding myself to the idea you had of me. Truth is, I was too much for you. You couldn't handle me and that's okay too. Every person exists at a different frequency, I truly hope you find someone that matches yours.

To my college creep.

What do I say about you? I was blinded by your friendliness and your good looks only to come out harassed and assaulted. The top you tore with your vile hands still hangs in my closet. It serves as a reminder for me to trust my instincts. 

It reminds me that no matter how nice someone seems, you must never let them have a control over you. It taught me the striking difference between trash assaulters like yourself and the rest of men. 

I don't know if you are reading this, but if you are, I have something to say to you and that is:

1. I haven't forgiven you or forgotten about you.

2. I regret not reporting an assaulter like you to the police.

3. I hope you realize what you did to me scarred me for life and I trust everyone a little less because of that. 

To my almost. 

You remain, to date, my favourite almost. My almost soulmate, my almost husband, my almost life partner. The wounds of our break up still stand fresh. We grew apart, but that doesn't mean the love we had wasn't real. What I miss is the belonging I used to feel with you. I don't have much to say to you, I just want to thank you.

Thank you, for healing my broken heart and giving it a chance for happiness. I didn't fall in love with you, I rose in it.