The Wrong Person to Love

Let the person who can live perfectly well without you—may you too develop the strength to live without them.

Let the person in whose habits you hold no place—may that person vanish from all your habits.

Let no love bloom in you for the one who cannot love you.

They don't understand what terrible anguish you suffer each moment; you wait like a chataka bird—every second hoping for their phone call, a simple hello, the ping of a message—while in their twenty-four-hour clock, not even two minutes are reserved for you, not even a two-word sentence appears in their messages. You burn to ashes, yet they don't even catch the scent; you die each moment, and they don't even notice!

Give yourself time. Wait a little. Wounds of heart and body don't heal overnight; a hundred-and-one-degree fever doesn't break in a day with medicine. Even physical wounds take a week or ten days to heal; fever takes two or three days to subside. And the human heart—that's an even more fearsome thing. So it will certainly take time. Give it time, and in time, good times will surely come.

Stop trying to forget them. The more we tell ourselves we'll forget, we'll forget, the tighter we grip the memory, and thus we never manage to forget. The day you stop trying to forget, you'll see—you'll forget when you forgot, and later you'll forget even that.

One day, not even a second will register for them in your twenty-four-hour clock; sliding down your priority list from top to bottom, one day they'll fall right off the list—and you won't even realize it.

Yes, may the Creator grant you the power to live splendidly without the person who can live splendidly without you.