In Her Darkest Times Only I Can Save Her… She Knows That, And Yet…!

Who is she? Well, she herself doesn’t know anymore. Is she the same girl from 5 years go? Definitely not. Others would disagree though. They don’t know her. Who ever did?

But I do know her. I watched her grow up. I befriended her. I was there through it all. From crying her eyes out before going to pre-school to crying over her future in high school. I’ll show you the real her. She wanted to be seen. She wanted to be heard. She wanted to be acknowledged. She wanted to be loved.

Society’s standards of the ‘perfect girl’ don’t define her. That was all a charade. An act to impress. An act to fit in. Always seeking validation. I witnessed it, but sadly I couldn’t comfort her. She wouldn’t let me most of the times. I let the doubt grow inside of her.

Whose fault?

Am I to blame here? I never really understood… Wasn’t she strong enough to carry the baggage herself? Did I always have to be there to wipe the tears off her face? Did I always have to be there to calm her down when she felt overwhelmed? Why did I always have to be there to lift her up? Why couldn’t someone else do it? Why not someone from her so called friend circle? Why me?

I guess the only possible explanation would be that no one loved her more than I did. No one wanted her to be happy like I did. No one wanted to see her succeed like I did. Unfortunately, she did not know this.

She still thinks I’m her worst enemy. She still thinks that I’m the creator of all her problems. But no. In fact it’s her. She brings out the worst in me.

On days that I would feel confident, satisfied and happy, she would find ways to bring me down. Ways to get me to overthink. “Do I look pretty?” “Do I look fat?” “Will they laugh at me” “Will they like me for me?” And on and on she went.

Never miss real stories from India's women.

Register Now

She needs me

The complains, the worries, they never ended. It started to annoy me. I felt as if I wasn’t enough for her. She began to push me away thinking that she could manage all by herself. Well no, she needs me. She’ll always need me. As I said earlier, when she goes through her darkest times, it’s not her friends or family that come to save her. It’s me.

Even though I break her, I pick up the broken pieces. Even though I make her cry, I wipe the tears off her face. Even though I’m the first one who gave her reasons to be conscious, I console her. So she should be thankful for me, even though I have definitely judged her in the past.

In conclusion, this isn’t a story. It’s the constant battle between me and her. Who’ll win? No one. Because ‘me and her’ are pretty much the same person. Answering the top most question: Who is she? She’s who she appears to be, while me…? I’m her mind.

Image source: a still from the film Monsoon Wedding

Comments