A Confession

Dear Wei,

When I first saw you, oh-so-adorable in your blue jacket, staring back at me across the aisle in the super market... I knew. Right then itself I knew you were the one I was waiting for. You were what I've been lacking my entire life.

It was Destiny.

The Hand of Fate.

Kismet.

We were made for each other... custom designed to go together. The first time I saw you itself, I knew I wanted you... nay... needed you. I turned around, smiled at my dad and told him as much.

Needless to say... he was stupefied. But I did not mind. I smiled at him and ran away from him... right into your loving arms.

The rest they say is history. I had you and you had me... my parents eventually agreed that you were just what their daughter needed in her life.

I got you into my bedroom.

You were what every girl needs in her life...and we lived oh-so-blissfully for an oh-so-long and an oh-so-happy a time.

You were like a breath of fresh air in the polluted world. In the sheer hypocritical and sycophantic crowd, you kept me safe with your frank and clear-cut honesty. No matter how down I was, you kept me going. You gave the encouragement I desperately needed in my endeavours.

I loved you with all my heart and soul.

Of course our relationship wasn't always picture-perfect. You did hurt me sometimes... but it didn't matter, as I'd unconsciously hurt you back simultaneously. Soon enough, we would make up for all the pain and get back to the saccharine life that we enjoyed.

But then you changed.

You lied.

You had absolutely no idea how much you hurt me. I never, ever, thought- even in my wildest nightmares- that you'd lie. It was as though the entire time that we spent together was a fraud. The entire honest facade you put up, I realized, was just that- a facade. Underneath all the sweetness you were as bitter as it ever gets. You went awry... you went mad. I never thought you would con me like this. I realized that you were just like a cheap toy that one enjoys for a few days after which it shocks one suddenly by breaking apart all those refined-looking seams that had completely done one in before.

You were a disgustingly complete fraud.

And you lied. To me.

And you never apologized.

Or told the truth.

You just kept repeating that blatant lie.

I'm sorry Wei... but I can't go on like this. I can't let myself be traumatized by your bloody lies.

I have no choice.

I have to kill you.

Right now.

'Cause there is no way I weigh 70 kg.
Goodbye Wei, my previously dearest weighing machine.

SMASH.