It was a winter evening and we were fighting yet again. ‘You have changed. Something just doesn’t feel right,’ I told him, and added, ‘I don’t like fighting with you all the time. So, I don’t think we can be friends anymore.’ This was not the first time we were having an argument, but this time, the situation had become serious. I still remember his face as he extended his hand to shake mine. He didn’t say a word and just held my hand firmly for a few seconds. I could see the tears in his eyes. As I turned around to leave, I was welling up too.
After a few days, I met him again and I apologized to him for everything that I had said. I told him that I was going to my hometown because I missed my family. He was extremely quiet, which was very unlike him. I told him that I had to catch an early morning flight and I thought he would come to see me off like he always did. Instead, he just said, ‘Happy journey. Have a good flight.’ We shook hands and I was about to leave when he suddenly pulled me towards him and we hugged in the middle of the road. ‘I'm sorry and I'm gonna miss you,’ he said. I was a little shaken by this kind of unexpected affection from him.
I was going back home for the first time since I had shifted to another city, but I wasn’t as excited as I’d thought I would be. Something seemed to be missing. Even after I got home, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Somehow, I ended up mentioning him in every conversation that I had with my family and my friends. Finally, after spending a few days with my family, it was time for me to leave. By then, I had found out through a friend that he was leaving the city. I wondered why he hadn’t he told me about it himself
As I pondered over this on my way to the airport, I was so lost in my thoughts that neither did I see my phone nor did I notice that someone had been waving at me from across the departures lounge… At least, not at first. I realized that it was him. He had just deboarded the aeroplane at the same time as I was supposed to catch one and had been waving at me from the other side of the glass. He called me on my phone and playfully teased me saying, ‘Where are you looking, you idiot!’ I have been waving at you since forever and I am pretty sure everyone here thinks I am mad!’
In that moment, I realized I was in love with him. It’s hard to explain all the emotions and the thoughts that I was experiencing at that time. I wanted to break that glass and go and hug him. I couldn’t see or hear anything else… Just him standing in front of me. I wanted to just stay there and look at him like that forever.
I don’t really know if it was a failed love story or a successful one. I don’t even know how things will change in the future. All I know is, even though things may not have worked out between us in the past, but my love for him is unconditional and that it will continue to be so.
* Names changed to protect privacy.
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Published on Apr 20, 2017