Look after my heart – I’ve left it with you. Everyone once in a life time yearns for being treated like the most important living being. I still recall each and every single detail. It’s like everything is in front of me. I would label these ticks as the utmost exquisite instants of my life. And this chapter is going to be the inmost and the eloquent one.
Then this girl happened or shall I say “the one”. For whom I almost left everyone. Together, we initiated a chitchat. Well, let me tell you one thing I essentially liked the other one, but unfortunately or shall I say fortunately I ended up, adoring her. I don’t know what it was and I just can’t express that irresistible force or fascination which heaved me towards her. And finally, I was ready to willingly accept all the responsibilities and duties that accompanied loving her.
Academy was all that made it happen. It all started with a poke on Facebook. With limited chitchats, it all altered into unending conversations.
We fell. We fell, so deep in love that, both of our lives were twisted into a single strand. Cut one, and you cut both. If she were gone, I wouldn’t be able to live through that. If I were gone, she wouldn’t live through it, either. That friendship turned into adoration.
I was so proud to call her “My Girl” in open. She became the apple of my eye, the sun to my morning and the moon to my night. The very instant I first touched her, I felt butterflies drifting through my body. I felt my heart beating, like a lightning bolt. As our fingers touched, I felt an odd exhilarating shiver ran through me. I blinked rapidly, my eyelids matched my heart rate. We began to converge. I started trusting her instinctively and I can say this with pride that she didn’t break it either.
Beside some ups and downs. She always came back. She always became the most quintessential part of my life. I always highlighted her throughout my utmost imperative junctures. No matter what came. I kept on hauling myself into her. I was falling, irrevocably and irretrievably in love with her. Perhaps she was also in the same state. Every time I saw her I was momentarily paralysed.
We both always knew from the start, that it was going to be very tough; finding ourselves waking up next to each other in the future. But still we had a hope. And we never lost it, till the day came when her parents decided to marry her.
She was all in tears. But still, we both stood by side for each other. I told my parents about her. And somehow managed to mollify them. I was happy and much excited. I told her that my parents are ready. She also somehow told her mother about me and all the stuff. But, I guess the odds weren’t in our favour. Her mother declined. She didn’t want to talk to any single member of my family just because of some imprudent caste issue.
I was always conscientious about her. I would have given up anything just to make her mine. And trust me. I actually did. But we both were destined somewhere else. Or at least this is what, that makes me accept as true, that I will be better without her. I always wanted her to wake up next to me. I always wanted her to kiss me goodnight, to kiss me good morning. But the chances weren’t in our favour. I would have loved, to make her a part of my family. But I guess. Something else was destined. I can remember myself imagining her in almost every single instant of my life. I adored her. I preserved her like a princess. I always tried to never let her feel that she is alone or that she is missing something.
It’s amazing how the unexpected can take your life and change direction. I from my side gave her to my fullest. And then I lost my despond. Because she didn’t have the guts to take a stand for me, to stand for herself or to stand against her father. I could’ve reached out to her, told her everything was going to be okay, but I didn’t and she didn’t either, instead we laid inches away from each other with miles between us.