'I'm going to miss you a lot' said I
'Oh come on, why think about whats going to happen? Besides you can't change it, so might as well get over it' was her retort.
'Was it easy for you to come up with that line?' I asked
She didn't reply.
During another conversation:
'....and well, that's about it. You're leaving tomorrow. It's going to be tough, one whole month.' I said
Here I was pouring out my feelings to her, telling her how much I am going to miss her and she was nonchalant about the whole affair. I felt almost a rage build up inside me and wanted to scream at her face
'How can you be so opaque?' is what I wanted to lash out at her, but somehow refrained from doing so.
And we carried on with our regular conversation and I continued to make her laugh but deep down melancholia was slowly settling in.
The next day, I was all groggy eyed when I logged online and realised that an offline message was waiting for me.
Damn, I’m going to miss talking to you so much. I’m already dreading it. I’m going to miss the way you talk, the analogies you draw, the way you make fun of everything, the way you make me laugh, the way you irritate me, the way you get worried about me…everything.
I just stared at the screen for a few minutes.
6 comments:
Therefore, lovers are stupid.
QED.
oh yes totally. at times.
dude....i don't wanna say it....but the battalion of women who'l comment will do it for me anyway...so brace ur self, cuz here comes the Aw......(w's to be continued)
i can feel wet eyes....
err. (as supposed to the awwwwwwh predicted by saurya.) i didnt get it at all. i hope that the fictional part alone explains the "what the?" knee-jerk reaction it's elicited from me. i like the rest of your blog though. :)
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