Once again, the
Valentine week has begun and so has the pathetic life of mine, which takes a
new turn every year. This Valentine week leaves no stone unturned to make me
realize that I did the worst mistake of my life by not confessing by love to
him. All the happy couples holding hands in hands, guys buying roses for their
beloved, couples trying to find a tad of peace for themselves and for their
life, couples hiding in some bushes to kiss each other.
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Pheww… Life can really
be bad when you know you love someone but can’t have him and I was going
through the same situation. I hated this loneliness, this lack of love in my
life and the isolation that I had myself got my life into. But, it can’t be
changed… I had myself chosen to be a friend to him by not confessing what he
meant to me and to my life. Yes, it’s true, not doubt, he hadn’t tried it
either… he hadn’t made any efforts too but then, his feelings were obscured
from me and I didn’t have any idea about what he felt about me. “Aaargghhhhhh….
These thoughts always make me cry…” a whisper escaped my mouth as I sat down in
the park unaccompanied by anyone and witnessing the love birds at some
distance.
It miffed me, or rather
I should say, I was indignant to all these situations but this was a way to
punish myself more and more for not admitting the fact that I loved him, I
loved him from all those broken pieces of my heart which my ex had left in me.
Yes! This was the second time; I had fallen in love, with the only difference
that this time the fall was profounder than the first one. It wasn’t a fling or
an infatuation; it was pure passion, the desire of getting loved in return to
the core; it was a yearn to be in his arms forever; and it was a hanker to feel
those lips over mine… All these thoughts were continuously rippling when my phone
vibrated and flashed, “HIM calling…”
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Yes! It was him… I
picked up the call after around thirty seconds till which time I was staring at
the cutest pic of his, stored as his contact pic in my cell phone.
Hiding my tears, I
picked up his call resentfully and his ever chirping voice got into my ears,
“Helloo sweetheart… How’s you doing?”
“Hey, hi… Just
sitting in ….”
“…. in the park, alone
like always …. Right?” he said cutting off my sentence in between.
“Hmmm…. Yeah! How come
you know that…?”
“…. I know because I am
standing behind you ….” He said breaking
the ice between us.
I looked around to find
him staring at me with that cheerful face and the lively smile. I was
awe-struck to find him there as I hadn’t expected him there but all of a
sudden; he got hold of my hand, and pulled me out from the park to his car…
I was trying to loosen
his grip on my arms and was continuously asking him about where he was taking
me but he preferred keeping his mouth shut rather than giving an answer to my
flooded mind. I hated this habit of his but he was the person I trusted the
most in my life and in no case, I could ever do anything … I blindly just
followed him wherever he took me.
We reached his
apartment and he opened the door for me to enter. There was darkness all around
the house. I was scared but his hands on my hands give me the required support
at that time and I was forced to be with him and not stop him in whatever he
was up to…
We entered his room and
he lit the right. It was decorated splendidly. A picture of mine with his, the
one which was clicked years ago stood in the corner and as I was admiring the
room, he went on his knees and placed the ring in my ring finger.
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I was in short of
words… I couldn’t say anything to him … there were tears in my eyes but my
words weren’t contemplating to my feelings, they favoured him today. I just sat
down on my knees with him and cried out aloud…. Nothing could describe what I
felt at that moment of my life… was it the truth or a dream which I wanted to
be true… did he really proposed me now … no… it can’t be… he doesn’t love me… I
am just having a dream of being in his arms like I used to have always… this is
bogus… this surely can’t be reality…. I was in another world… a world of my thoughts
and my tears …
Suddenly, I felt the
touch of his lips on my hands, on my ring finger where few moments ago, he had
placed the ring and I woke up from the fake world of my dreams and I looked at
him… yes… it was the reality… he had proposed me after years of silence… my
gallant love was actually bearing fruits on this rose day and I kept on staring
at him like it was forever…
He did the same… we
were lost… in each other’s eyes and in each other’s arms…. He came closer to
me… closer and more closer … closer till there was no gap between us, no gap of
sadness, no gap of insecurity, it was pure love… pure passion…. And his lips
touched mine… my body shivered to his touch and I closed my eyes while he took
my lips into his and kissed me passionately as if there was no tomorrow … he
kept on kissing me until his lips turned dry… and we just lay together with
each other… a tear drop escaped my eyes and I whispered, “I love you…”
He responded, “I love
you too…” and our journey began…
