Break Up

MY Love Days-2

He coaxed me and said that he had already accepted me as his boyfriend and any further talk on that would make him angry.  He fed me some soup with herbs with his own hands.  It was such a warming feeling sitting so close to him and being spooned by him.  He wiped my mouth whenever the soup dribbled, his eyes focused on me and mine on his lips.  He went on feeding me and I went on taking in all the love which was suddenly nourishing my heart and soul.

I fell for him deeply and for the first time instead of cabooses, I realized he had a caring personality which was definitely calming my boisterous and rumbustious passion.  That was the beginning of kisses between us.  I initiated it always though it was just a peck on the lips, other than lips I kissed his cheeks, eyes, nose, hands,  toes and his chest almost trillion times in that one month.    I felt as if I was reliving my childhood.  It was the most blissful moments of my life.  That was the day when I became a baby for him and he............my everything.  

I practically lived in his flat from morn till night.  He cooked for me breakfast and dinner, since in between I had to go to my home for changing my dress and give attendance of being my parents' only son.  Full twenty four hours, my mind was surrounded by his thoughts, his smile, his dimples, his freaking out when I narrated animatedly some weird pranks played by my friends on me, his concern was genuine and heart warming.  He always fed me and I always cuddled him whenever he was back from his office.  He listened to all my talks, my complaints, my pains, my happiness and always me laying my head on his lap.  I forgot about my friends, my parents, my studies, my modelling career, and myself.  I was only Arthit and only Arthit.   We both became addicted to each other.  Though, he did not say through words, but his actions spoke otherwise.  He was always in my embrace and look deep into my eyes whenever I said something.  I felt so happy and contented that I kissed him whenever and where ever I could lay  my hands on.  The day of our first quarrel came and thought us or rather me a very valuable lesson that Arthit would be the death of me, my career, my negligence of being a dutiful son to my parents, a caring friend and above all a normal human being.

Well, I was only 19, how could anyone blame me for that.  I am 22 now, still I am just the same.  If he broke up with me because of his deadly disease, then what choice I have but to die along with him.  If he is stubborn so am I.  But let me not talk about the sad end now, let me tell how from boyfriend he became my lover and how shamelessly I gobbled up  his cabooses.

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I have fallen in love with this story very much.  This is one of my favourite stories which I have penned so far.  Though, it has sadness but still it shows hope in the end.  Thanks a lot to those who read, voted and commented.