He couldn't smile. Even though he was sitting right there. In the very same place. In her arms. He was so close. His eyes, poring into hers. Looking for something. Anything. He hadn't been so close to her in three years.
Three years.
Three years back, his head was all messed up. It was a mistake. A genuine mistake. But this was it. He had to, had to mend it. They both were broken, but they could fix this. He did believe it. Three years had put a lot in perspective. A LOT. He had changed so much. And this change was for good. He was a better person. Sorted, focused.
All he knew now was that he couldn't bear living without her. She was his everything. And he had to win her back. He knew she'd love the changed him. Love him just like three years back.
Damnit! Couldn't he have been like this, then?
But this, this isn't about the past. It was about the future.Why was she not saying anything? He had told her everything. He held her hand. Squeezed it ever so gently.
She looked away from him. A silent tear escaped her eye. Taking in a deep breath she looked back at him. The eyes looking into his felt alien. She said, gently holding his hand, a lump in her throat, 'I'm sorry. I am not in love with you.' He insisted, 'Why?' He knew there was no one else. He knew she loved him, insanely. He knew she cared for him. What the hell was wrong about this? Why for god's sake couldn't she love him back? He persisted, 'Things change love. I've changed.'
And that was it. She couldn't hold back. Something snapped and she just broke down. All she could manage to say was 'Exactly damnit! Things change.'
Three years.
Three years back, his head was all messed up. It was a mistake. A genuine mistake. But this was it. He had to, had to mend it. They both were broken, but they could fix this. He did believe it. Three years had put a lot in perspective. A LOT. He had changed so much. And this change was for good. He was a better person. Sorted, focused.
All he knew now was that he couldn't bear living without her. She was his everything. And he had to win her back. He knew she'd love the changed him. Love him just like three years back.
Damnit! Couldn't he have been like this, then?
But this, this isn't about the past. It was about the future.Why was she not saying anything? He had told her everything. He held her hand. Squeezed it ever so gently.
She looked away from him. A silent tear escaped her eye. Taking in a deep breath she looked back at him. The eyes looking into his felt alien. She said, gently holding his hand, a lump in her throat, 'I'm sorry. I am not in love with you.' He insisted, 'Why?' He knew there was no one else. He knew she loved him, insanely. He knew she cared for him. What the hell was wrong about this? Why for god's sake couldn't she love him back? He persisted, 'Things change love. I've changed.'
And that was it. She couldn't hold back. Something snapped and she just broke down. All she could manage to say was 'Exactly damnit! Things change.'
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