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You and me together were perfect; the perfect couple, the school lovebirds, the long-lost sweethearts
Together we were perfect. Beautiful. It was a dream world with you & me. Delicate as glass, our love was a fragile thread, a net which bound and enmeshed you & me. Our love was not love of old but love at first sight.
You were standing far away in the assembly hall, you saw a girl whose eyes beheld you, and you couldn’t remove your gaze. It was your gaze that I first felt, lounging luxuriously, moving smoothly over me, and washing over me. I looked down to see you looking up and that’s when our eyes met. You looked at me like an awestruck goldfish, your mouth slightly open & then you smiled. Your lips were the first thing I saw- luscious red, there was something sinful about that color of red. The curve of your upper lip was enticing and your eyes were like melted chocolate. Your gaze had caused a warm feeling in me that had started spreading from my heart to my limbs to the back of my knuckles. I was turning a shade of pink which you later told me made me look like a delicious pink tart. I was embarrassed, horrified…by the flood of teasing which my friends subjected me to. You were the one who sought me .While I cowered in a corner, you negotiated with my friends to buy some time with me, you were taller than me, my love. I, you said, fit perfectly into your arms. You traced the lines around my face; you would not let anyone separate us. My friends warned me that this was love at first sight. A love that was false, treacherous and will someday betray. You decided that it was time for you to get some space. I did not object, I did not want to. That can of our love had started filling, flowing and overflowing. The sticky sweetness was turning sour. But you were right, my love to stop it at that sourness and not let it turn to bitter. The treasure chest of our memories was going to sink. The dream – world had crashed . There was a ringing silence for a while. I did not cry. Neither did I paste the fragments of that shattered dream world together. I did not know what it was-courage or cowardice. That moment was magical. Suspended in time it was something which I could always touch
So, for a while longer I don’t want to know that my friends were right
I don’t want to hear the multiple “I told you so’s”
I will not hear the world which shouts at me that I was wrong.
I will believe, I will keep on believing forever in that magic
Forever in that love at first sight