3rd May 2016, Sunday
7 am
He must have returned back to Trissur. I shouldn't have a problem because both of us knew it was going to end this way. I didn't even bother to step out of the house today, I was just simply waiting for the evening to come, hop on to my train and return back to Canannore and resume my life. And believe that none of it never happened, none of it.
But how can I forget it all? The kiss, the fun, the laughs, I just got a very wonderful week, maybe the best so far, so how can I bear to forget them all? And him? I don't think I could ever do that. He'll always live inside me.
Maybe time would erase his face from my mind, his eyes, his tattoo, his lips, his dimples, everything. But maybe it won't. But I guess I'm still happy that all of it happened. And then if everything ended in happily ever after, it wouldn't be called life, would it?
I'm sure life would take me back to him someday. Maybe I could write a story out of all this. About how I first met him till this very day he absquatulated, left me without a goodbye. And maybe he'd read it. Maybe he'd recognize the story as something borrowed from his heart, maybe he'd think that he had already read all of it somewhere and try to recollect but he wouldn't remember. He might remember me, or I could remain a memory in his heart. Maybe. Just a maybe.
But before returning back I want to that place again, the place where we kissed, where I hugged him close and take in every single thing there so that I never forget anything even as my mind tries to convince me it was all a lie.
The end.
YOU ARE READING
ABSQUATULATED LOVE
RomanceThough he left my life as hurriedly as he entered, he changed it entirely, turned it upside down and twisted it so much that even an entire lifetime would become too short to overcome him, his memories. But is it all going to last or is going to abs...
