I was idealistic; while she was whimsical & egoistic.
My undiluted love could not dissolve her ego and I did not want to live with this realisation for the rest of my life.
I try hard not to think of her. But its impossible, as she invariably makes her way in my dreams.
I forget about the dreams as soon as I wake up, but what I can't forget is that, even in my dreams, I still have a soft corner for her.
People say there must have been 'someone' else and that she never loved you from heart. Perhaps they are right. They sound all the more true after all what she did.
But then, I know, the moment she took that little white flower and gave to me 13 yrs back, she wasn't faking it either.
I feel silence all inside me, I pledge to stay alone forever. Ocassionally, when alone, I shed a tear or two...and then...the moment becomes lighter.
The reality more acceptable...that..."What we thought will stay for eternity...is over".
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