Monday 29 June 2015

Twentieth.

     They could have easily crossed over. But she let one more cab zip past. She was incapable of denying herself those few more seconds of holding his hand on this side of the road. This side, where the sun shined. This side, where at some point of time, it will set too.
     His eyes stole her breath everytime she wanted to let him know how weak and strongly devastating love could be. He would have believed in his integrity even if she did so, and promised her with a love for lifetime. She no more wanted that. To base the beauty of her world on the dreams of those promises being true. It felt good to know that her happiness depended solely on the momentary truth, on the pleasant and undeniable present.
     It was important to gather her heart one more time, even if it was to be broken again. She hoped he will wait as long as it took to do so. With that charm hooked up his sleeve, he seemed to be an end to the indefinite search. The sun might set. But he had already started meaning so much to her. She thought she'll trick the daylight. Trap his love, in the need of darker days, if they ever are meant to come.

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