Writers notice everything //
It was the day when I traveled for 2.5 hours just to see you for 10 minutes that I realised something.
Something that creates a void in your soul if not reciprocated but I don’t use the word anyway.
We wore the same combination of clothes and I saw your best friend laughing over it. I knew you would have noticed it too. You are a writer after all.
But I hope you didn’t notice how throughout the whole time my eyes were glued upon you. I hope you didn’t notice that little frenzied touch when your hand brushed against mine which sent an euphoria down my spine.
I hope you didn’t notice that I was making silly remarks that I didn’t mean in your presence.
I hope you didn’t. But you are a writer after all.
The last time we met, I counted, we met for 6 minutes but minutes seemed like eternity because you my dear, looked flawless.
I still remember you rubbing your eyes when you saw me and that sent shivers down my spine.
I remember looking at your scar. You knew I wanted to ask you about it but I didn’t.
Because you see, deciphering a human piece by piece is a dangerous thing. For when you do that, you fall for their soul instead of their heart. And falling in love with a soul is like a human falling for paradise.
And love you see, I have always been scared of it.
Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I stayed for longer than 6 minutes? Would you have told me things that you don’t tell anyone otherwise?
Would you have told me about your scars?
But I chose to leave because love has destroyed me more than healing me.
But maybe, the day I will stop letting it destroy me by not falling for the wrong person will be the day love will heal me.
Maybe the next time I meet you, I will not think about you destroying me but you loving me.
So then maybe, I will stay for longer than 6 minutes and then you could tell me about your scar, maybe? - Rashi Bareja