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SHE AND HE


He looked back. I did not.

"A cup of coffee ?"

"Some other time."

"Some other friend ?"

"Kind of."

"Good luck."

"I have it."

A few years ago, this was unthinkable. He was not a stranger then. She was not indifferent then. They both had hearts that beat with rapture. For each other. They had eyes for each other. And the like.

She lost something very precious. He thought of it. At first, he remained the same lover - full of love. With time, love gave way to sympathy. Then came the terrible moment. Of indifference, of hatred. She realized it and he went away. Not to be back for a long...really long time.

She bore her loss very well. It gave her a new direction of life. She loved being her. Even though she was bereft of her booty. Today he came back, expecting her to still love him. She did not.

A tall man came in front of her. She smiled and looked at him earnestly.


Comments

IceMaiden said…
Simple and well written! :)
Thousif Raza said…
not easy every time... not easy every time... but yeah... sometimes these kinda things happen... maybe its for the best...

Love the pic and the thought behind it :)

Take care and keep writing :)
☆ Rià ღ said…
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That is so true!
Time does heal and clinging on to the past makes no sense at all.
Loved the way you put it :)

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