LOVE

1.  Hers.
Her heart had stopped from the type of messages she had started receiving from him, but her eyes didn't. The tears kept rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably and indescribably. 

"What if he has moved on? Found a girl?" Questions, the other thing that were keeping her sleepless till late night hours. “Well, if that's the case then I’ll be happy for him." she would say whenever asked, a little she broke answering that every time. Her new heart was experienced now. It hurt more telling him the same! Wondering every time- maybe just this time he'll know. But no!! He truly never realized what she ever wanted or meant. No one did, she herself didn't. It was hard for her to say that but she'd say it every now and then with a smile thinking that maybe this one time, he'll see the pain in her eyes

2.  His.

Somewhere far away, he was dying to be with her. Hold her in his arms for nights, but all this couldn't be said. He had started messaging her rudely and carelessly, pretending that he just doesn't care anymore. He knew those rude messages would break her heart but he sent them anyway in hopes that she’ll get tired and move on.

She does say that she will be happy for me if I move on and she does say it with a smile, but still I could see pain in her eyes. She’s good, I’m bad. She doesn’t deserve me. All I do is hurt her, ditch her and make her cry. Still she loves me, is she all right?

I wish she loves someone else and forgets me. I cannot change. I love her and I know she loves me but these things cannot be said right now.

I love her, and want only her betterment even if that means making her move on.

3.  Hers.

Annoyed and tired from his rude messages she decided to call him and confront to him. Opened her keypad and entered his number which she solemnly remembered by heart. “Hello” came from the other end after two rings. His voice brought back millions of memories from the grave and her eyes dropped another tear or two. “Who’s this?” he said a second later. And a gush of pain reached to her feeble heart.

 Felt like a glass splinter was being pushed hard into her heart by someone she dearly loved. At an instant the tears started flooding and she cut the phone. She swore never to call him back again.

4.  His.

 She called!! I can’t believe she called me! But I pretended that I didn’t know who the caller was. How can I forget her number? It’s one of the many things I’d say- written on my heart. I heard her cry after I said ‘who’s this’ and I know she would have sworn to never call me back. But what did she want to say? Oh god what have I done!

Should I call her back? I think I should. Opened his keypad and entered her number which he remembered by heart.

Two rings, three rings, four rings and he cut the phone after that and tried again.

5.  Hers.

Her favorite song had filled the empty room. It was the same number she had dialed few minutes ago. This was his second call. What did he want now? Is he not happy from hurting me this much?

She picked the second call after the third ring.

“Hello” she said.

“Hello” he said and she burst into tears. Silent sobs were her specialty, but in this silence even they sounded like she was sobbing into a microphone.

6.  His.

He couldn’t tolerate her crying on the phone, he wanted her to stop at an instant. But what can he say now? He’s the reason she’s crying, trying her best to not be heard.

What can I say to her? “Hello” in anticipation he said.

“Yah?” she replied sounding pathetic.

“Please stop” he said.

“Stop what?” she asked perfectly knowing what he meant.

“Stop crying” he said.

7.  Hers.

“Like you’ve stopped caring? Listen, if you don’t want to talk to me, don’t message me but I cannot live with your rude and mean messages” she said with her sweetest voice filled with tiredness and a sob at the end.

 He didn’t reply for the next few minutes and she didn’t say anything too. She had accomplished her mission- to tell him how she felt with all those messages.

8.  His.

He was hurt. Why am I hurt? What she has said isn’t a lie! He thought to himself. How can I do this to her? I love her. I love her more than I love myself. And unknown to him, his eyes reciprocated with her eyes; with a tear.

“I love you. I love you more than I love myself. I can never love anyone as much as I love you. I didn’t mean to hurt you but you deserve someone better. Someone much better than me.” He said.

9.  Hers.

She was awestruck. She didn’t know what to say.

He loves me. He loves me so much. She thought to herself.

“I love you too” she said. That was the only thing that came to her mind and that was the only thing that mattered. “I love you too” she said again. This time it was much prettier, much clearer, much bolder and much lovelier.

Love is weird, love is cute. Love is what takes away your sleep and it is what takes away your night and day. It takes away you from yourself. Love is that feeling which has a different definition for everyone, depends on who you ask. For some love is money, for some it is food. All over the world the one thing that can be found in every nook and cranny, every street and corner, is love.