Those everyday fights were just pointless, but merely his way of staying away from me. I finally accepted this and decided to let him go.
But i wanted to give ourselves a chance again, i really loved him and only the thought of losing him hurt my h...
“We loved with a love that was more than love.” — Edgar Allan Poe
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I didn't had a direct flight to US so, it almost took the whole day, and i never realised it. I missed the clouds, sky, strangers flying with me and a lot of things that could've been of interest to me, not becuase i was sleeping all the time, but only becuase i was preoccupied with my useless negative thoughts. I was now thousands of miles away from him, and he was still controlling me.
Some wounds never heal, they just get imprint in your heart and mind, you get habitual of the pain ,you have no choice but to live with it for the rest of your life. I was doing the same, living with it.
It was around an afternoon ime, when i reached the airport of my destination. I cleared the arrival process, and checked out of the airport. I was expecting to see my brother at first, i had already dropped a line to him before leaving but he wasn't there. I thought of waiting, thinking he must be on his way, i had no other choice my phone wasn't working.
I was in city of Dallas, texas and it was beautiful. I admired the beautiful city, sitting there ,on my luggage bag, thankfully bag was able to take my weight and didn't get damaged. I was nervous, i will be metting Harry after a very long time, and i hated the emotional encounters to the core.
Half hour got passed and still there was no sign of him, but a boy staring at me from the other side of the street. He was sitting on the bonnet of his black bomb car. I was trying to ignore him, but with his continuous stare it was hell difficult.
I spotted an open ice cream parlour across the road, and knew i wanted one. I went there sort of pushing the bags alongside, they were heavy, but the wheels on there foot made them a bit effortless. I asked him for an ice cream, when i took out my purse i saw what i forgot again. I often forget things, but this was the limit. I missed out changing my currency, and i was feeling too lazy to step inside the airport agian. I now was standing in a middle of foreign street with no phone and no money waooohhhhh. The shopkeeper asked me for money, holding up the ice cream in one hand. I was so embarrassed , what I'll be saying to him now.
"I....i....." i stammered with a flushed face, before i could say it all.
"Here, thank you" guy who was staring me came up to me, and handed over the money to him. Why was he doing this??
"You're Sia right?" He asked me.
"Oh my god!! who are you?" I looked at him worriedly.
"Harry sent me here, he's a bit busy" he was definitely not an Indian. He had a mediterranean skin tone, and an amazing heavy voice. He was wearing a white shirt, with sleeves rolled up showing his pop out veins, brown trousers and white sneakers. I didn't notice more of his details, i didn't wanted to end up staring him and act like an idiot offcourse, so i barely looked at him,
