The fool...

Meera looked at his letter. It was something she had read and re-read over and over again. It contained what she thought he really was....a side of him he had never bared to anybody....a side of him she thought never existed up until the time he had written that letter to her and would cease to exist once she finished reading it...She sighed..."It's all his fault". She had lost the respect she once had for him. She wished he had written to her when she still held him in high regard. His words held no value right now. She still loved him and she so badly wanted to think of him the way she had thought of him when they had first met....but she could feel all her love for him slipping away. She was too proud. She found it difficult to love anybody she did not respect...mebbe thats where she was wrong.
He was the biggest fool she had ever seen. He had let go of something that could have very well been his for the taking only if he had been a little less hasty and a little more firm in what he believed. He could never see beyond glamor. He had mistaken it for success. She remembered reading a one liner on somebody's tee earlier in the day. It said "Mean people succeed". She wistfully thought of how similar it was to the way he had always lived his life for twenty five years. He was successful no doubt. But he wasnt peaceful. He was too weak to face her. She was too tired of reassuring him of her support. She had tried to overcome her lack of respect for him and treat him like any other human being capable of making mistakes. But that did not last very long. He was just too insecure and unwilling to see that she really did care. There was not a single time in twenty five years of their married life that he had not found fault with each and every one of her principles and tried to defy them just to prove her wrong She hated his vindictiveness. It convinced her that he really didnt care. She wished she could think otherwise. But now it was all over. Nothing he did could make her rethink her decision, unless he changed the way he lived or looked at things....and she did not want to change him unless he wanted it himself. He had never said what she had always wanted to hear him say. She loved him enough to not hate him for what he had done. But she could not live with him any longer.
It was her present to him on their twenty fifth anniversary....She was setting him free.