Into the SUN

Chapter 8

She was becoming more attentive to study, doing well, so her father didn't make any trouble, he gave her phone like normal. They used to talk after 9 P.M. after their studies.

She finished her studies and homework then waited for him to online.

R: Hi..

S: Hiiii... Done?

R: Yeah.

S: I want to talk about something.

R: Okay . Say.

S: I am afraid of loosing you.

It was a momentarily silence. She didn't expect it like this way. She didn't know what to say. Took a deep breath and follow her heart.

R: You won't.

S: I think if I love someone, they would leave.

R: Why do you think such?

S: I think I am a magnet to sadness and negativity where as, I believe you are an aura of happiness and positivity.

R: Why do you think like this? Everyone has posivity and negativity both. You are not an exceptional, neither do I.

S: I know. But I think that sad things always come to even when I am not searching for it.

R: This is real life Sourav. Sadness is reality. But we have to find the good from bad always. That's how it is.

S: I had a big brother, my cousin... He was my best friend... I used to go to school with him... played with him... everything .... then one evening, bike accident.  He died in front of my eyes. I couldn't save him. I was injured. When everyone noticed and took him to hospital, already he was dead. I couldn't save him. I was alone. Until you came.

She didn't know what to say... to feel sorry or what.. what she was devastating... he had seen a death... in front of his eyes.

R: I am really sorry. I can assure you that I won't leave until you say to leave me.

S: I would never say that.

R: Then I will never leave you.

S: I love your positivity, you always so me the way to think from an different perspective. I want to believe you. And I think I believe you.

R: I believe you too. Please, I don't like the sad you. You are funny, jolly.

S: I want to tell you something.

R: Wait. I want to ask you someone first.

S: Yeah, say.

R: Is this why you wrote those sad stories?

S: Yes.

R: Okay. I can't change your thoughts but I can say that sadness is kind of attraction, like a drug when someone starts to like sad things. It only makes you hopeless even more. Without hope, we can't live. When you starts to find little happiness in everything, you will find your way. But you have to try. Would you?

S: I promise. I will.  With you.

R: Yes, I will be with you. I will encourage you with all my best.

S: I love you.... more than anyone.. more than my mother.

She was stunned by his words. Was she dreaming? No. It was her dream came true. But her mind, soul knew it.

R: I think I know.

S:I have never felt these for anyone... I love you... I will ... Always.

Her heart, her mind was out of control. As well as his.

S: I am writing you a letter and a poem which I told you but forgot to give you. Tomorrow, 10 A.M. I will catch you. Bye.

It was a breeze, came and went away. But it was nice. He didn't wait for her reply. He wrote a beautiful letter and a poem, dedicating to her. It was a dream. Right? It was like a moment just stopped, time just paused but the heart was beating...

He said," I love you."

It was like a millenials of waiting... but at last.... She knew... It was her intuition may be... A long ago....before their meeting... Everything...

Both knew may be... Something in their names... some spark... unspeakable... unexplainable... everything. A mixture of feelings, she couldn't sleep with all the anticipation of what he was writing.
Smiling like an idiot.

Someone would say that everything was just about hormones, effect of Dopamine and Oxytocin in teen age. So all of these didn't matter at all ? Just a hormonal surge which makes us to feel more, no work of brain... just heart....

Once a person asked, '' Why do you think that the all time best play of Shakespeare of Romeo Juliet lived for four thousands years? With the most saddest ending."

A small sixteen years old boy replied," Not because Shakespeare was an great play writer it lasted, it is because people love to be in love when they were young. " Such a strong reply from a sixteen years old boy.

So, it is not about whom we love, how we love,  it is about how we love to be loved. And this age is the beginning of how we love to be loved. .