Is It Worth It?

1.Love

''Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass...it's about learning to dance in the rain"

Love.People have different opinions on this particular term,some use it as a way to show their affection towards one another whereas some use it simply for sexual purposes.The true meaning behind this term began to fade away as years passed by.Now people use this word in each and every sentence they utter, hence this word called love no longer held any importance, it was nothing special or significant anymore,the same love that made Romeo and Juliet kill themselves is now being used to get in someone's pants.

Am I among those people who doesn't think love is significant enough? Yes, but now I'm starting to doubt that as my heart thumped erratically against my rib cage trying to break through as I started at the boy who shattered my perfect world into a million tiny pieces...

It was like any other day,as the sun shone harshly and the sky not tainted by a single cloud but there was a horrid feeling slowly creeping up to my gut which i was yet to identify .

I stepped into the room that was crowded my many unfamiliar faces and made my way to the drinks table since I was not in the mood for mingling with strangers but I never got to reach my destination as a deep husky voice whispered my name making me entranced and captivated .Like a moth drawn to a flame my body moved on its own towards the direction of the alluring voice.As I became closer and closer to the owner of the heavenly voice my heart thumped harder and harder type of condition I have never experienced before...

Curiosity,nervousness started seeping into my veins as I faced the stranger who captivated me by uttering a single word.I still remember that day really well,when i saw for the first time for me he was the perfect definition of a beautiful creature.His body towering me which made me feel safe and happy considering the fact I'm taller than most girls so for once it felt good,his dark chocolate eyes staring intensely into my dull brown eyes,his strong firm yet razor sharp jaw highlighting hid masculine features ,my eyes slowly wandered towards his tempting lips a mischievous smile etched on them as he continued to stare at me.After what seemed like hours I unwillingly broke the stare down.

"You still didn't recognize me,love?" he asked me in an amused manner.I shook my head as an answer for his question,I mean I was quite certain that I would never miss a fine specimen like him! As if reading my mind he smiles and says a name that I haven't heard for seven long years ,that name that used to make me smile,the same name that occupied my thoughts all of the time.

Xavier....the same boy that left without a single goodbye leaving me,abandoning me to fix my broken heart that crushed shattered into tiny pieces......

Tears sprang into my eyes and I enveloped him into a hug,Xavier started to stroke my hair like he used to do before when I used to cry ,while whispering words of comfort.When I finally calmed down I realized that the man who is comforting me was the same person behind these tears,with that conclusion I brought my fist up and slammed my fist into his face which was powerful enough to make him crumble and roar in agony and fury.I escaped soon after that because i did not want to deal with the after math.

I couldn't sleep that night as I continued to toss and turn.Numerous questions began to swirl my mind...

Did I do the right thing abandoning him? I don't have any feelings for him right? But then why does my heart still reacts the same way as it did seven years back? Why is he back now?when I finally forgot about him.

My train of thoughts were halted by the buzzing of my phone indicating that I received a text.With curiosity I read the text message.The recipient was unknown but it soon clicked me that it was Xavier after reading the text.

Unknown 3.00 am :I'm sorry

Without realizing it I unconsciously started to read those two words over and over and over again as a few fresh tears managed to escape my eyes.Those two words that yearned for,dreamed for are finally spoken put but why do I feel so broken ,the wounds that were finally healed are snatched open making me bleed in pain and agony.

What should I do?