Wednesday, November 6, 2013

That Three Words.


"I love you"...

"Why?"... she questioned back

"...I don't know... just love you."

She didn't say anything. But gazed out of the window to the moon. Moon. Her fantasy world. She was always amused by that unreachable destination. So beautifully cold and appeared differently everyday. She felt so near to it yet far. Like them? She wondered.

He was her childhood. They grew up together. Their folks were always in touch even when they kept away from one another. Would there had been any difference in them if they hadn't lost track? Maybe they would had a better definition for their relation. Maybe she would have turned out to be as someone else. More tuned in life.

Life always had that specialty of taking people away at the wrong time or giving at the worst. Or more else taking someone back permanently along with a part of us.

All sort of thoughts were going through her mind. Unsettled and disturbed she kept gazing out.

20 comments :

  1. distant yet near like the moon...what a lovely comparison! nice story!

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  2. One can see the moon but it's so far away. At times it's the same with relationships.A nice read.

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    1. Guess some relations are like that too. Thanks for reading :)

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  3. Isn't it so true .. people never doubt when you confess hatred but when it comes to love they always or is followed by ques .. well written story :)

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  4. Ah, the eternal problem of letting go!

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  5. How sad that she didn't feel that she could accept his love and had to wonder about it. Makes me wonder what happened next.

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  6. Oh dear! A declaration of love can change a relationship for the worse - but then we'll never know until we dare to speak, will we?

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    1. We'll never know until we speak but at times speaking can make bitter situations too...

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  7. Something so elusive about the end... and yet something I can empathise with...

    Richa

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  8. Mm. Conflict. I love me some conflict.

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