"I was never someone's first love. I never knew how it felt to be looked at with unadulterated eyes like you define a feeling for them." She eyed him with a faint smile, watching him frown.
She sounded upset.
"Why is it so important?" He enquired. "Isn't the goal to be someone's last?"
"Because I know what it feels like to be in love the first time." She stared at the horizon and back at him.
"You mean the silly mistakes and lessons?" He was amused.
"No, that's a crush you think you are in love with." She corrected. He still looked confused.
"I mean the one that defines your faith in love.
The one which remains beautiful even in ruins."
A sudden hollow feeling crept into her being, eating at her soul; she wanted to shrug off the heaviness in her heart. She inhaled as if to fill the hollow with air.
"The one whom you could never badmouth, even when your heart was shattered?" He was curious.
"Yeah, that one."
© Suranya
Comments
Post a Comment