They were walking down the railway station. It slowly started dawning upon her that he was leaving. The past week had been blissful. She didn't know what this meant. Happiness overflowing, fast paced heartbeats, blushing cheeks, restless sleep and high energy. It passed like a dream. Suddenly, everything else didn't matter. Didn't matter at all.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a deep, sexy voice.
"Give me the bag!"
"No. I'll carry it for you."
"No, give it to me!"
"But I want to carry it!"
"If you love me, then give it to me."
"I do.. I do love you."
Did she just say that? Her heartbeat was the fastest she'd ever felt in 16 years. They carried the bag together, each holding one strap. The bag took responsibility of the growing bond between them. The bag called out to their love and gave them an answer. The bag was stitched for them.
The next few minutes passed in complete oblivion. The electricity between them left her head spinning. She wanted to hold his hand, and have a conversation with his eyes. Their eyes were fixed on each other. The train window between them didn't pose a problem. The train moved.
She didn't say goodbye. Neither did he. No words were spoken. The train just moved. It was only after he was out of sight that she began to realize. She was blindly in love.
Months flew by. They loved each other. Each day had reason to wake up with a smile. Each song had meaning. Each smile had thought of him behind it. Each minute was precious.
Years flew by. The electricity was intact. The love had grown multifold. The passion was enviable. They had grown fondly comfortable and happily familiar. She fell deeper in love. Even if he didn't have time to talk to her. Even if his phone was engaged for hours. Even if he snapped at her. She was too much in love.
It had fallen apart for him. She was too naive to realize that. She lived in a world of her own. The guilt was killing him. He had to break it. His new found love. That he loved her.
And he did. It shattered her to bits.
So more years passed. She had matured into a beautiful and confident person. He, on the other hand, heart broken, troubled and guilty.
They met at a friend's wedding. She was lugging her bags into the hall. He saw her with sorrowful, guilt studded eyes. He went up to her.
"Give me the bag!"
She gave him the bag and walked away, breezily.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a deep, sexy voice.
"Give me the bag!"
"No. I'll carry it for you."
"No, give it to me!"
"But I want to carry it!"
"If you love me, then give it to me."
"I do.. I do love you."
Did she just say that? Her heartbeat was the fastest she'd ever felt in 16 years. They carried the bag together, each holding one strap. The bag took responsibility of the growing bond between them. The bag called out to their love and gave them an answer. The bag was stitched for them.
The next few minutes passed in complete oblivion. The electricity between them left her head spinning. She wanted to hold his hand, and have a conversation with his eyes. Their eyes were fixed on each other. The train window between them didn't pose a problem. The train moved.
She didn't say goodbye. Neither did he. No words were spoken. The train just moved. It was only after he was out of sight that she began to realize. She was blindly in love.
Months flew by. They loved each other. Each day had reason to wake up with a smile. Each song had meaning. Each smile had thought of him behind it. Each minute was precious.
Years flew by. The electricity was intact. The love had grown multifold. The passion was enviable. They had grown fondly comfortable and happily familiar. She fell deeper in love. Even if he didn't have time to talk to her. Even if his phone was engaged for hours. Even if he snapped at her. She was too much in love.
It had fallen apart for him. She was too naive to realize that. She lived in a world of her own. The guilt was killing him. He had to break it. His new found love. That he loved her.
And he did. It shattered her to bits.
So more years passed. She had matured into a beautiful and confident person. He, on the other hand, heart broken, troubled and guilty.
They met at a friend's wedding. She was lugging her bags into the hall. He saw her with sorrowful, guilt studded eyes. He went up to her.
"Give me the bag!"
She gave him the bag and walked away, breezily.
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