“Falling in love has always made my head spin, in a beautiful flowy way. At least that’s what I thought in those moments. And each and every time, I eventually became dizzy, lost control, and bumped into the walls of reality. People are complicated and falling in love has a tricky way of gently coating this fact…”
And here she stops, as tears rolled down her eyes over again. She could no longer concentrate on her writing. She closes her diary and laid down. Its been more than a week when she last saw him. Saw him with his girl.
Her pillow was now used to the heavy thunder showers, as the night grows darker.
She didn’t miss him alone, she missed them together. She missed the time of well being, the time of eternal happiness, the time of togetherness. There had not been a single day, in this all while when she didn’t feel like calling him, hearing his voice. His low, heavy voice had a great impact on her. The only cure of her insomnia. She longed for the warmth of his body, he turned out to be the abode of all her wildest fantasies.
It’s been a while now. She was being normal, better with each passing day. She was collecting pieces of heart, ensuring they won’t hurt anyone but her. Perfume is the scent that oozes out the flowers core when crushed, this is what she was turning into, a Perfume.
Sitting on one of the benches in the lawn, she saw broken twigs; being picked by sparrows, a couple sitting at some distance, few passers by. She turned away from the couple, reminiscing her good old days. She unchained her bag, and took out her soul’s bestie, her diary.
She looked around, her eyes possibly searching him, but could not spot him and she began writing,
” you’ll meet many ” Someone ” in your life, who’ll add to the meaning and worth of your life.
And you can’t build walls,
Must not close the door and
Please don’t hide.
Because if you’ll ask me about hurt and love.
I’ll say love. Love because the hurt will come and go, no matter what, but only love makes it worth suffering for. Only love can cure it..”
She was distracted by a known voice, and thence absentmindedly looked up.
What a pleasure to her eyes. She saw him walking towards her. Not her, but the lawn. He was always fresh, vivacious, he was a nothing ordinary. He simply can’t be. He was a beauty itself, tangled lies, messy hair, a scenery she could go on admiring for a lifetime.
Another familiar but unpleasant voice, broke her spell. His girl held his hand and merrily accompanied him. He gave her a smile, that seems so genuinely sweet with the right proportion of shyness and affection, that an unexpected warmth can be felt rushing through her.
She looked at him again. Her eyes met his, for a moment. Perhaps the moment lasted a little longer. She had already seen what her eyes longed for. The pain , and the carving, she felt she was going through all alone, was not just served to her. His eyes spoke louder than his actions. She could still get into the hollowness in his soul.
It was her turn to smile.
She collected her belongings, took her bag, left the place for him and his girl, and walked away.
That night, she took out her diary, and started writing.
” Yes, you did turn the world against me, and I was the one turning against the world for yu. Unfortunately, you feel like the way round. You have been a blessing, A wish I never made.
Just because two people don’t wind up spending their entire lives together doesn’t mean their relationship was a failure… “