“One Wonderful Day”
It was a pleasant evening that day. We sat on the shore and watched the waves whisper with the tides. We held hands and talked our heart through. It was now or never. We had come a long way in the highs and lows of our long distance relationship and though we kept pushing each other – at the end of day, we survived. Twilight was dawning on us and the chilly sea breeze made us move closer. Our emotions were flying high. I still don’t know how it actually transpired – we kissed and with that one kiss, the umpteenth number of times we fought washed away with the wave. It was such an emotional surge that I proposed her without any forethought. She stared at me with a disbelieve and then after what seemed like an eternity, she smiled and said yes in the most inaudible way ever. It was a wonderful day.
“One Dreadful Day”
She was leaving. We were at the railway station. It was the final time we would be seeing of each other. I didn’t know it then and I believe neither did she. We hugged for a very long time and could feel shreds of tears on each other – who knew it was only the beginning. It was downright painful. How a petty fight led to that dreadful day where the monsters within us woke up and suddenly we noticed a different version of us. The green signal was lit and the train was about to leave. I didn’t want her to leave. Not just yet. Things could have mended – there was still time but our alter ego had the last laugh. We didn’t even say our goodbyes and just like that, she was gone. No words were spoken.
“Today”
As the sun settles down and the wind gushes in, I feel liberated but sadness engulfs me in. I am truly content in my heart that she is happy with someone who understands her more than I ever could. Yet this undying thought of what we could have been makes me yearn for her every moment. All these years and I always end up in – “Could we would have turned up like a fairy tale story with a happily ever after ending Or lost ourselves while fixing each other with the cruel realities of life dwelt in?” – I guess I would never know. But I do know this – the past is long gone and I should move on. I can’t or may be I don’t want to. I am lost in the oblivion. What thrives me is knowing that someone somewhere is beside her. To support her, to not judge her, to heal her deepest wounds and to love her unconditionally. And that’s how a true valentine should be. She and her beau.
Happy Valentine