I wished to spend some more time
with him as he took me on a ride in his bike, taste the continual gush of
breeze against me, and the tenderness with which he held my hand onto his
shoulder. Then unexpectedly he would accelerate leaving me breathless, upon
asking him to slow down, he would say ‘worry not, you’re safe with me’!!! How romantic
and thrilling it was, he would say ‘I love you’ but then we had to halt. And
now it was the time to shift my focus towards his troubled heart, desperate yet
tired and lost. And once we came up with a solution, he would flee on his way,
riding his bike all alone in the dark blue night light to fix things right. I met
him only few weeks back and now in almost love with him. And he too, as he says so! I
wanted this romantic hour to continue but then I would see obstacles over
obstacles that would stretch out before him. He consumed in his troubles,
unable to analyse anything and anyone (me), confused and torn at heart, managed
hard to speak any clear words out. It looked completely dry, I felt unloved, and I had to forgo my interests and live for his interests to hold him up for time.
I wanted to draw his attention to me, but he seemed engulfed into his mess. And
then is when I found him, his problems, his worries, his desires, his wants,
and mine disappeared as his mess (which was his) became a part of mine. And
then I saw we fought the storm better, in love. It’s not always about romance, the spark, or the magic we look for in
love relationships, but it’s much more. It’s about how we learn to live the
oneness through the troubles, together. It’s love though it sucks at times and
it’s beautiful even though it looks dry sometimes. And I bet you, it tastes much better at such
times.
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