She is smile, almost never mourns, not even at the needed times.
She keeps things to herself and she loves it when the tip of her hair is wet,
she said it makes her feel sexy. 22 Years and love thing had never gotten into
her mind, probably because she had a lot of good friends around her, probably
because she never was in need of an exceptional attention. She did love her
best friend but when she knew things were not going to work, she stepped back.
She was SHE. She listened to people, their views, their side of stories but at
the end, she did what she felt was right. But people at times assumed she did
things what others say. That was not true. She followed her heart when it was
about love and when it was not, she had her mind to make out what was right and
not.
She loved the stars, and how visible it got by the time darkness
started to fall. She said, just as her, the stars looked down at her and they
loved how she looked up on them. When she had no one to talk to, she’d go to
the stars and share her secrets. That is why whenever she looked up at the
stars, she would smile because she knew; no one knew her well more than the
twinkling ones up there. She wrote poems, a line or two when her mind didn’t
work because that was when her heart spoke and that actually made her feel
quite light within. She was a bit weird in her own way. Young at heart and she
believed life is to be lived, every single moment and make it a memory to look
back and feel good about.
You know one thing about her? About how hesitant she was. As
much as outgoing, cheerful, she was more than that, an obstruction of
hesitance. She loved this guy so hard but she never found the urge to tell him
that. And I don’t think she had actually used that “Love” word to confess her
feelings to him, to anyone ever. And that night when he said he loved her, she
was overwhelmed. She thought he really loved her, when in fact he was just as
confused, when in fact he was in love with that moment, the ride back home late
night. Maybe for him, Love was just another feeling that happened again,
another season or a cup of coffee. But to her, she was in love with him, with
the one who said he loved her.
The love seed reaped in an instant, without sheer notice.
Well in fact, a bud, ombre peach colored bloomed. She saw it
already, their love in the form of a flower, from the seed he sowed, and with
the tender affection she nurtured.
But did I tell you she had a problem? She got attached too fast
and when she found this guy, she instantly knew she couldn’t leave him. He
wasn’t the guy she’d dreamt of, not the one with long curly hair. Let alone, he
didn’t even play guitar and their genre of songs totally collapsed. While she
listened to the Beatles, he hummed those sentimental nepali numbers but one
thing she died head over heels for him was the fact that he could sing, songs
that only she could hear. He was funny, full of joy and most of all, he made
her happy. She knew a lot about him, his past which was not at all pretty but
that didn’t bother her. And one day, this guy asked her, “you know all my dark
secrets and yet you choose to stand by me but why?” in which she gave him a
wide smile and she spoke to herself “It is because I am just too busy living
this moment and making memories of us. Your past is past but your present is
here with me and I want it to be the best and I want it to matter.”
