It is when you sigh, oh so deeply, that I realize that you are standing right beside me and that we are not one and the same. You are not a part of me, at least not anymore. I start feeling the sensation of the touch that your hand is leaving on my hand. I don’t remember when we started doing it, but along the time, holding hands has become essential. It looks like it is what we do to connect to each other. One of the palms supporting the other and the ten fingers entwining into each other. I don’t remember how long we have been standing like this, looking at the horizon, wondering why don’t the sky and the earth actually meet at a point, why do they just give us an impression of it?
I drift back again to the day I had first met you. I had found you so adorable in that black shirt and blue jeans. Although it wasn’t love at first sight but still our story started then onwards, if I can call it a story at all. The length of it is so short that it can probably qualify as a fable, a fable that someday I might narrate to my son and daughter. He would idolize you, and she would dream about you. Coming back to the day you saw me, not the same day as I saw you. I can only take your word for it that you found me cute. But I know it was not the cuteness in me that brought you towards me, it was the cuteness that I found in you that made you cross the room and gaze into my eyes. I remember each of the sentences you have used since then to tease me, to irritate me or to make me happy distinctly. I remember every compliment that you have given me, or everything that you said you didn’t like about me.
It was never friendship, it was always this strange peculiar attraction to each other, the completeness we found with each other. It was all complimentary and not supplementary. The presence or absence of others was not of matter to me anymore. It was you who made the clock tick. Even then I knew that our paths are different. This is just the crossroads at which we happened to bump into each other. From here, you have to travel East and I’ve to lead my life towards West. But still those moments that we spent together, those discussions, those arguments weighed even more than combined mushiness of my previous relationships.
Today when I’ve to leave, leave this place and travel away from you, I feel this sinking sensation which is draining away all the warmth you had provided to my cold heart. But I can’t stop it and patch the hole that is coming into existence. You now look down into my eyes. Your deep brown eyes, they don’t ask me a question, and neither do they answer anything. I listen your heartbeat through them. I wish we could stay back for some more time and I could swim some more into those eyes, the ones that now have my eyes locked in a consistent gaze. But all I do is lean my head on your shoulder one last time and my heart whispers, “We were never meant to be.” and then you sigh again.
I drift back again to the day I had first met you. I had found you so adorable in that black shirt and blue jeans. Although it wasn’t love at first sight but still our story started then onwards, if I can call it a story at all. The length of it is so short that it can probably qualify as a fable, a fable that someday I might narrate to my son and daughter. He would idolize you, and she would dream about you. Coming back to the day you saw me, not the same day as I saw you. I can only take your word for it that you found me cute. But I know it was not the cuteness in me that brought you towards me, it was the cuteness that I found in you that made you cross the room and gaze into my eyes. I remember each of the sentences you have used since then to tease me, to irritate me or to make me happy distinctly. I remember every compliment that you have given me, or everything that you said you didn’t like about me.
It was never friendship, it was always this strange peculiar attraction to each other, the completeness we found with each other. It was all complimentary and not supplementary. The presence or absence of others was not of matter to me anymore. It was you who made the clock tick. Even then I knew that our paths are different. This is just the crossroads at which we happened to bump into each other. From here, you have to travel East and I’ve to lead my life towards West. But still those moments that we spent together, those discussions, those arguments weighed even more than combined mushiness of my previous relationships.
Today when I’ve to leave, leave this place and travel away from you, I feel this sinking sensation which is draining away all the warmth you had provided to my cold heart. But I can’t stop it and patch the hole that is coming into existence. You now look down into my eyes. Your deep brown eyes, they don’t ask me a question, and neither do they answer anything. I listen your heartbeat through them. I wish we could stay back for some more time and I could swim some more into those eyes, the ones that now have my eyes locked in a consistent gaze. But all I do is lean my head on your shoulder one last time and my heart whispers, “We were never meant to be.” and then you sigh again.
