Dear 2008,
I think you already know why I’m writing this letter. I apologize for not having this done earlier, but I think now is the right time.
2008, it doesn’t take a genius to see that our relationship isn’t really working. Ever since you and I started dating, things have gone downhill. When we hooked up, I had just gotton out of a turbulent relationship with 2007. I was vulnerable and in hopes to find something better, I joined you.
At the start, we got along fine, didn’t we? It was a bit cold, but the sun shone down on me and everyone around us two. You looked like a promising man that could give me a lot of happiness.
Typical men.
Soon, I got to see your true face. While dating you, the price of a oil barrel hit 100 dollars and the price of food boomed, creating unrest in the Third World. As if that wasn’t enough, Benazir Bhutto was assassinated, you took away the only small hope for Pakistan away, you took Musharraf away and instead put Zardari in charge? I knew then, that you and I couldn’t get along.
But, 2008, I was stuck with you. You didn’t let me leave, always making up for your screw-ups with small gifts. Either it was a day with extra hours of sunshine, or a random drop in the oil prices or the release of a seriously good Batman movie.
You also had your little perks, that made you so attractive. A black man was running for president, USA was exposed in the military failure in Iraq and my father finally figured out how to cook. There were days when I only saw smiles, only heard good music and kindness seemed to finally have arrived.
You were a good man at times 2008. You gave me the chance to see Shahrukh’s hot body. You gave me the chance to deny that Wentworth Miller was gay. You even gave me the chance to buy a small black, hot, sexy dress, and I thank you for that 2008, no other man would have let me do that.
You made me feel so good at times 2008, you have no idea. I could strut down the street with my head high, my long, black hair hanging freely and my mouth smiling. You taught me that yes, I could walk in heels. You taught me that yes, I am good enough. You put a small ego in me and you made me feel like as if I was on the top of the world.
My last year in high school was tough, but you gave me friends whom will remain with me the rest of my life. Some men tend to cut off their girlfriends from their friends. But not you, you encouraged me to meet up with my friends, you encouraged me to go out and have fun.
Sadly, small gifts, doesn’t make up for all the times you made me cry. The time where bombs blew up in Iraq, you made me cry. The time when markets around the world collapsed, you made me cry (sort of). The time India’s hotels shook, you made me cry. The times Kashmir wailed, you made me cry. The times when Gaza screamed, you made me cry.
You broke me down into pieces, chanting that I wasn’t worth it. You stepped on me, and walked all over me. You gave me pain that no words can express well enough.
It’s sad, 2008, because I wanted to love you. I wanted to share myself with you. I wanted us to be happy. But you obviously had other plans.
I think we cannot go on like this anymore 2008. I know you’ve tried making it up by dropping the oil prices and giving a black guy the key to the White House, but Pakistan is still suffering. You haven’t done anything for Pakistan, and a man who can’t do anything for Pakistan, cannot do anything for me.
It breaks my heart to say that you and I are over. I wish you would have listened to me 2008, because then I wouldn’t have had my eyes on other men.
Yes. There is someone else now.
I’m meeting with this other guy now..2009 is his name. The only reason why I could survive your tyranny was because this new guy, 2009, kept telling me to hold on.
And now I’m leaving you.
You have been a good man 2008, you have, but you didn’t appreciate me or the people around me. And that’s why I’m bidding farewell.
You are my past 2008 and I am moving on. I suggest you do the same thing.
But one thing is for sure. Thanks for making me a fighter.
Lots of best wishes,
Mamashal (( desi diva ))
