Though she never loved him, he wouldn't stop loving her. He'd love her ever after her death. That was how much she meant to him. The day he started loving her, he remembered, he knew she'd never be him.
She made him a better person than he was. She taught him to love without expecting anything in return. At first it hurt him because, he knew, she'd never understand your love or, love him the way he loved her.
But soon he learnt to take himself to a mental state when he realized, there was no necessariness to love someone only to get loved back.
His love wasn't fake. He didn't want her a night. He only wanted to spend every single night of his life with him. Together. He'd never leave her. How could he leave some one who hadn't been him?
Possessiveness destroys love. It never allows lovers to be free. It violates their freedom. Love isn't made between two bodies, it's made between two souls.
Love, too, can be made without a single touch.
You may think why I'm deviating too much? It's not a story or anything. It's a journey of self-discovery.
She didn't hate him. She didn't love him either. Her presence in his heart was so strong that she was capable of asking questions about his existence. And made him feel like: he didn't even exist.
Years passed.
They say: love fades with time. But, for some unknown reason, the opposite was happening with him. He started loving her more than the day before.
His love was limitless. His love was unconditional. And incomprehensible for us too.
Soon like any other losers, he got invitation card of her engagement and then her marriage. Placing away his sadness and heart-break, he decided to attend her marriage to make her feel like he'd be there forever.
Though his eyes became moist in addition to his heart who had tired for crying. And his brain who was convincing his heart to stop. But the moist didn't become rain. He controlled him and his feelings so well that she felt like he was happy.
Yes, she had started caring for his happiness. Her heart starts to melt and cry for him. She regretted for losing the best for someone better. Not only she, we, too, most of times lose the best for someone better. And then we regret for the rest of our lives.
Their souls were making love. She felt so lost in her marriage that her would-be husband almost shaked him to get her back to sense.
Within a hour after she got back her sense. She got married officially. Unofficially, considering twenty metres of distance from him, she was making love him.
Both of them realized it so well that it'd been too late to confess their love. Their love wouldn't end up marrying. They were free. No possessiveness. Their souls could make love anytime, anywhere; regardless of distance between them.
He felt it before. But this time, she also understood:
Love, too, can be made without a single touch.
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