My Eyes

He would often say,
‘These were your eyes which made me fall in love with you.’
I would smile. I enjoyed flattery. My heart would dance with happiness. I never told him. But I wanted to hear such words over and over. His words became my weed and I was helplessly addicted.
Once he was gone, I would pull my hair, scratch my skin, cry on bathroom floor… I was no less than a drug addict..
Today, I look back and smile. For I know my eyes are beautiful and I don’t crave for someone to tell me this. I have realized that ‘not loving myself enough’ led me to the attachment, which by all means was destructive.


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