Lines in Charcoal.

It has been 2 years now. Or 1. No two.
And although at one point of time in life, I felt that I would remember this episode like the back of my hand, I can't. It takes efforts to recall.
It takes me time to arrange all those incidents in my head in a chronological order.
Arrange all those times where I felt my life was worse than a Taylor Swift song.

All those times when a naive, unprepared 14 year old soul felt like it wouldn't survive to see another day.

Okay, this blogpost isn't in anyway to glorify how stupid I was & how much of a jerk you were.
It is just to talk about a life-changing incident.
You. Thank you.
Nothing in the world could slap me as hard as having you in my life did.

Teenagers in 2012, we've a series of hookups, breakups, heartbreaks, but we move over it.  Rather we get too involved in life as we know it.

This was (if I may have the liberty of calling it so) my first heart break.
What makes it different?
Well the fact that I still don't really know what can it be exactly categorized into.

So yes. You changed me.
You taught me to open my eyes to another side to people. You made me realise that the world is not JUST full of colours, it has rather strong streaks of black as well. Lines in charcoal. And those lines, are what defines those clouds of colours. 
You taught me to be meaner, nastier and above all stronger.
You taught me how to feel blessed. (This came later though)
You taught me to deal with problems. You made me egotistical. You made me realise that no matter what problem I'm dealing with, someone else is dealing with something worse somewhere.

You helped me find me.