"I think you hadn't recognized me."
He asked and she got confused.
"You aren't Cristiano Ronaldo that I'll recognize you."
She replied sarcastically.
"I think I should remove my mask then you will remember me."
He removed his mask.
"Remember me no...
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Lovely petals of eyes shed diamonds like tears when a stone is thrown on the mirror of heart from somewhere unexpected.
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"There is a very broad difference between love and lust. I request you to understand that difference before judging my love for you as lust. Such an irony it is, I am daily burning in the fire of love hoping you'll look back at me some day but here you are judging that pure feeling by calling it lust."
I said and my eyes started to soak with the wet substance called tears. I tried not to let them to flow down but were they even interested in listening to me.
A single tear dropped from my left eye maybe because of the pain I was feeling right now. But not to look feeble as I have to take stand for myself and my love, I decided not to allow them to flow further.
I don't know why, but I didn't wiped it off. I have heard somewhere that-
'If one cries that doesn't mean that the person is sad, but the only reason behind is the heart is broken from somewhere unexpected.'
And I can clearly relate it now.
My heart is at the verge of busting out as the person whom I love the most in this materialistic world, is herself somehow abusing it.
The wet tear launched from my eye has now reached to my cheek making me feel numb as she traced the tear drop with her eyes. My orbs still containing the tears which I am holding inside my eyes. She lifted her hand up and it travelled near my visage.
'Is she going to wipe my tear off?'
I stopped her hand in the air, not letting her to wipe it.
She was looking deeply in my eyes. I don't know the emotion she is carrying right now as her face is having a mixed gesture, making it difficult for me to guess her emotions right now.
What's the point of standing in front of her now? I should get away from here because if I stood here, watching her, then I might be standing here forever forgetting everything else other than staring at her till the end of this majestic universe.
