BOOK REVIEW TITLE: YOU WE AUTHOR: VANYA RAJWAR GENRE: ROMANTIC FICTION RATINGS: 4.6/5 ⭐ 🖤Vanessa, shortly V, 22 years old, strong and independent girl, is quite different from others. How could one define her? A Rebel or a Manizer (as her friends call her)? She is unique in her own ways, riding bike, being frank, […]
So I have decided to do a series of posts on the various men I have dated. What inspired me? Well besides being my own muse, my friends often tell me your love life is nothing short of a bollywood movie. Haha! So, let’s begin.
I call myself a tormented romantic,
Not because I don’t believe in love,
It’s because of the men that I have dated,
And their extremely unique antics.
I fell in puppy love at school,
Don’t we love the bad boys when we are in that pool,
He was a stuntsman and a rugged human,
If you ask me now I would call such a boy a pure ruffian,
And how the girls used to go gaga over him,
Is beyond what today, I can fathom.
I was a good friend of his,
People often teased us about it,
One day he proposed to me out of the blue,
Was it genuine or on a whim?
That, I never understood.
I enjoyed the attention for a good three years,
The popularity that comes from dating a well known ruffian,
Whenever he stood outside my class,
Everyone would hoot and comments they would pass.
You would think we were happy and in bliss,
But three years later I found out,
He was dating one of my friends’ friend.
What unfolded after that was a trauma in the past,
But extremely laughable when I think of it,
As puppy love very rarely lasts.
Well as I said it was traumatic for me,
He had started dating another,
Within the first half year,
Of when he started to date me.
After that he had been on a dating spree,
As he had another one too in his kitty,
With my acquaintance being the latest addition to it.
My town was quite small and conserved when I was a kid,
So hiding four girlfriends from each other,
I must say Kudos to such talent!
Finally I did confront him one day,
Told him we needed to end this farce completely,
Three years? he had asked, Over?
I had a knot in my throat as I nodded,
All he said was Okay!
As he shrugged and walked away.
I had looked at his receding figure in the distance,
Not once did he turn that fateful day,
The tears flowed out of my eyes,
And that was how I got cheated on in my first relationship itself.
I laugh out loud today at the incidence,
And Oh! He did come back with apologies,
And do you know when?
A good four years later, with a heartfelt one,
But what good was it by then?
And this is how our romance ended.
He is a good friend as of today,
But he still feels guilty for his infidelity,
Even though I have forgiven him for his childish capers,