Coldness in her eyes disturbed him, the same way it had two months ago. Promises forgotten, feelings fragmented into pieces and all the good memories undone, shattered and turned into nightmares, all he is left is with the deep sense of worthlessness. "What went wrong? Why didn't I see it coming?" are the questions he is left grappling with.
They say, there is something romantic about being lonely; at least after genuine efforts, honest feelings go unanswered and your heart says, this is all that I can take, no more please, it begs. Coldness in her eyes has numbed him..
There are moments when you feel you have found a
soulmate, only to discover later that soul itself was missing. But what about the times when they spoke and shared about the memories of childhood, and their expectations, fears, insecurities and dreams. Her eyes used to feel soft when they used to look at him, in some way smiling at him. But guess time changes things, and it changes some people too, that too to a great extent, in fact completely. Or maybe things were never real from the other side. This realization made him even more disturbed.
"Please ask yourself, haven't you changed from what you used to be?", he quipped and wanted to question further, but was afraid of hurting her which is the last thing he ever wanted to do, irrespective of the turmoil inside him which has been ripping him apart since all these months now.
He has accepted subconsciously that grey is a color and it is real, as real as it can get, as real as the wind, the sun, the leaves falling off branches of trees during the autumn in full bloom. And so does the life is; it is real, doesn't matter even if it is negative and empty.
And don't care about the tears that were meant to come out of the eyes as they have dried off long ago and have been replaced by the bleeding that is deep inside the heart, spurting out the blood in gallons, only if she had the eyes to see and a heart to care.
"Please ask yourself, haven't you changed from what you used to be?", he quipped and wanted to question further, but was afraid of hurting her which is the last thing he ever wanted to do, irrespective of the turmoil inside him which has been ripping him apart since all these months now.
He has accepted subconsciously that grey is a color and it is real, as real as it can get, as real as the wind, the sun, the leaves falling off branches of trees during the autumn in full bloom. And so does the life is; it is real, doesn't matter even if it is negative and empty.
And don't care about the tears that were meant to come out of the eyes as they have dried off long ago and have been replaced by the bleeding that is deep inside the heart, spurting out the blood in gallons, only if she had the eyes to see and a heart to care.
They say, there is something romantic about being lonely; at least after genuine efforts, honest feelings go unanswered and your heart says, this is all that I can take, no more please, it begs. Coldness in her eyes has numbed him..
