Was it love?

Anonymous
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Was it love?


And here we are

With all our broken hearts and souls

Pretending to be fine

I doubt!

That many people don't know the true meaning of fine.

I don't know when was the last time I said I'm fine and I mean it

In this world full of people who are ready to judge you for small things 

I'm scared!

I'm scared to speak out what my mind thinks

I'm scared to speak out what my heart desires

I'm scared of being judged by people

So I decided to be quiet and go with the flow

Generally, that is what you and I do, we are taught to be like that.

Then came this day

I met this amazing person

When I was with her I wasn't afraid to speak about what is going on in my mind and what my heart desires.

I use to feel different when she was around

A kind of feeling that I couldn't describe

I was 14 then, 14 years the age of innocence at least for me it was.

I remember writing my first poem for her on her birthday and wrapping it in a pen box and covering it with a newspaper and we both going to school early so that we can talk without and disturbance, and when she read the letter she says "Listen! You'll be writing only for me na?" 

And with a smile on my face, I said yes

The very first promise I made.

But that says na promises are made to break.

But not every promise is broken wantedly 

It's the circumstances, that make us do.

And then the boards came by which we completed our schooling, we couldn't say goodbye to each other.

This is how my first love story comes to an end

One sec

Was it love, wasn't it?

They say time is a healer, it heals every wound.

But the fact is we just get used to the situation and it still pains.

Now I don't believe in love

But something happened.

I met someone

She isn't the most beautiful girl that I ever met

In fact, she is the one that I never thought I'll talk to.

She is different, everyone says this but I mean it

Her eyes! Awww

I have seen a different side of her, A side that others are totally unaware of it.

A side where she is like 10 years old kid, who gets excited about small things.

Maybe this is what I like in her

I remember walking with her, and she holding my hand

I was silent, holding my breath

Keeping my feelings in the bottom of my heart

Just to have her holding my hand as long as possible.

This is where I broke my first promise.

I wrote a letter to her and dressed myself the best I can then left for her home.

On my way to her home

My heart Started beating 2 times faster than usual

I paused

Then realized

It wasn't due to happiness

It was fear

Fear of losing her, once she knows what I feel for her.

Is it love!

Isn't it?

I still carry the letter in my pocket.

After a week she approached me

And in a reluctant way she said

"I'm leaving the city" 

I was just staring at her eyes

Wondering, when will be the next time I'm gonna see it!

Then after a couple of minutes, I asked

Can I leave you till the station

She said"no! I can't have the idea of you being leaving me." 

Then she left.

Was it love!

Wasn't it?