He packed all his stuff today,
Saying how he was not man enough for me.
Then he started with the,
‘it’s not you, it’s me’ line.
That was when I slapped him,
I didn’t mean to, but I had to.
He was questioning my intelligence.
That he could be so bold…
It irritated me.
A look of surprise registered on his face.
He touched his cheek,
I gave him a lopsided smile.
I knew it hurt,
after all I was trained in martial arts.
I knew where to focus my strength,
in order to inflict maximum pain.
He finished packing everything of his.
I saw him glancing at my left hand.
… The engagement ring.
I gave him a ‘hell NO!’ Look.
He in turn gave me a brazen look.
‘The ring… Can i have it back?’
His voice said in that crisp accented voice I used to love.
‘No. I earned this.’
I replied, matching his cold tone,
shaking my head for maximum effect.
His crestfallen face showed he got the message.
He slung his bag over his shoulder,
He never looked back.
I flung myself on the bed and began to cry.
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