Sometimes love and attachment could be mixed up and hard to differentiate.
For Yara, it took her one best friend's wedding, her sister's engagement, her loneliness and a troubled patient.
After all love could happen anywhere, even in a room with a p...
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"Would you have kept trying to be with her if she never told you the truth?"
"No, I would have not."
"And why is that?"
"I did not love her."
"How do you know it's not love?"
"I love spring." He said randomly still holding that deep gaze and looking at me.
"Huh?"
"I love spring. I believe there is something in every season to love and cherish but personally I like spring the most.
It's the best time of the year. It's slightly warm yet there is still a slight shiver. The water bodies have just started to thaw out from being freezed for so long. Even in this pollution, I can smell the fresh air and look at the flowers and how aesthetic nature can make my city."
"That is a beautiful description but why are we talking about seasons?"
"I like that summer is the only time when I truly cherish the existence of ice popsicles and khaki pants, and the slight rain that makes its way to sometimes relief us from the heat.
I like how leaves turn brown and fall down every autumn as if nature is setting down my own red carpet to walk on. Yet the leaves carve out the promise of returning again next spring.
I like winters because there is No Shave November and I can show my inner manliness by letting my small stubble grow and laze around in my comforter with the excuse of being cold."
I heard him breathe sharply, "I like small details about each season but my heart thumps with joy every spring and each year I eagerly wait for spring to come back because my heart remains happy during the worst day because I remember I will be going back home and watching spring."
"All those personality or interactive quizzes that ask me my favourite season, I always without a doubt press spring because I know none other season is as close to my heart as spring. It's a bonus that I was born in spring, Isn't it?" He asked laughing at his own joke while I softly smiled.
"Why I'm telling you all this? Because all of us are like seasons, some cold and comforting like winter, some promising like autumn and some refreshing like summer. And then some are like spring. You know there are also particular days in spring that I love the most.
Like when it is windy with sun out and there are new leaves and flowers slowly budding on the trees and there is whiff of purity in air when I breathe. That's how I know I don't love her. Because I don't miss her like I miss that kind of a spring day."
I sucked in a breath shakily asking, as I faced him, our faces still lying down on the desk.
" Did you find your spring day?"
"Yes, I'm missing her dearly even when she is right in front of me."
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a/n : realized after writing that this lowkey reminds me of Spring Day.
