Uncertain Love

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She could sense his grip loosening and gradually, he let go of her hand. Her stomach churned as she looked down at her abandoned hand. She was afraid of losing him; though she never really had him.
She took a quick glance at his expressionless face, and inhaled deeply. Her pursed lips, attention demanding eyes, devoid of their shine, clearly depicted her despair. Perhaps he was unable to confer.
They wandered; silence engulfed the aura. They wanted to speak out, nevertheless none of them could muster enough words. They shared a blank look, and in no time he turned away indifferently.
Apparently, he deprecated their persistent attachment. He had just been left by someone, who he thought would stay beside him forever. He was afraid of loving again. Besides, he was uncertain if he could ever love again. She was special; she had always been by his side, even during the worst phases of his life. Hurting her would have been the last sin he’d want to commit.
“I don’t want you to fall in love with a person like me,” he said.
“I won’t. Why do you worry?”
“Because, I care.”
“Why do you have to care for everyone?”
“Not everyone, just you.”
“Why do you care for me?” she asked.
He certainly had no answer to that.
They strolled for an hour more, yet none of them could initiate another session of talk.
She was trying hard to resist herself since she knew he would never love her, the way she craved. Thus, she struggled to suppress what she actually felt. Meanwhile, he wondered if it’d be alright to move away from the nightmares of his sombre past, and be with the girl of his dreams; he could see her right in front of his eyes with a glint of love in her brooding eyes.

 

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They were two blemished beings, trying to escape the clutter. Their respective souls were like different poles of a magnet, forever apart, yet always yearning for each other.
Beyond the ideals of reality, somehow, they were beginning to fall in love, if not drowning in it. . .

 

 


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