I Fell in Love

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Today, he abruptly asked me, “How did you even fall for someone like me?”

 

And I could say nothing. I paused for a brief moment and thought to myself, where do I start from?

 

Was it when he met me, after being away for studies for some three years? I had said, “hi” and he had excitedly yet timidly hugged me.

 

He didn’t know, but I had fallen in love with his shyness.

 

Was it a week later, when I had been upset over my low grades and he had offered me an ice cream treat? Sitting in front of him, I had gulped my ice cream carelessly, smearing it all over my mouth. His unwavering gaze, his captivating smile had melted all my inhibitions.

 

He didn’t know, but I had fallen in love with his peculiar smile.

 

Was it a month hence, on his birthday, when we were just two great friends, celebrating together? As we entered his favorite restaurant, he had held the door open for me.

 

He didn’t know, but I had fallen in love with his courtesy.
Was it few months later while he was working on an assigned project, and I was stuck outside my college, on a rainy Monday? He had pleaded with his boss for a short leave and turned up to pick me up. It was his liability, he had told me.

 

He didn’t know, but I had fallen in love with his bulwark.

 

Was it when, walking through our favourite mall, he had held my hand for the first time ever? I had witnessed his fingers entwined with mine and felt my heart flutter.

 

He didn’t know, but I had fallen in love with the fulfilled gaps in our fingers.

 

Was it when he was sneezing and I was worried about the oncoming cold? Embarrassed, he had asked me not to stare at his weird looking nose.

 

He didn’t know, but I had fallen in love with his glistening red nose.

 

Was it after the dusk fell, when it was dark, and I had to leave for home? He had pulled me closer, and whispered in his unyielding tone, “Don’t go yet.”

 

He didn’t know, but I had fallen for his obstinacy.

 

Was it a few weeks later, when we were talking about how things won’t work out between us, and prudently we ought to try staying apart? Our stares locked, and a moment hence, our lips entangled in a fierce passion.

 

He didn’t know, but I had fallen in love with his percussion.

 

Was it a year later, when he was busy, and repealed my birthday? We wrangled, I squawked, and ultimately he got down on his knees.

 

He didn’t know, but I had fallen in love with his enamoring.

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Was it after five years, at our favorite spot, when he proposed to me? Holding a solitaire in his hand, he had awaited my response.

 

He didn’t know, but I had fallen in love with his hopeful eyes.

 

Was it two years hence, when I was in labor? He had come running with a bouquet in his hand. Kissing my hand, he had said, “Sweetheart, you’ll be fine.”

 

He didn’t know, but I had fallen in love with the reassuring peck on my clammy hand.

 

Nonetheless today, he asks me, “How did you even fall for someone like me?”

 

Apparently, he doesn’t realize that it didn’t take much to fall for him. I had always been there, loving him. Everything he ever did or say just swept me off my feet. To be honest, I had never planned on falling for him, nobody ever does. Probably that is why they say love isn’t deliberate or calculated, it is instinctive, arbitrary and destined.

 

Perhaps I can never tell him when or how or why did I fall in love with him. Perhaps that was all I ever wanted to do. Perhaps that was all I was meant to do.

 

 


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