"Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant, and not said, most of love is lost."
- Khalil Gibran
Speech seems like the most misused gift of God. Everytime we want to share, confess, compliment, comment, we want to wait for the right time. The perfect time, to tell the man in front of you about your irrevocable love for him. Only to realize that the crucial moment, the fleeting rightness of time has already passed. The one time you open your mouth all it leads to is misunderstanding and confusion because you want the other person to know what you want to convey without actually saying it.
His life was perfect. Obidient towards his family, undying love for his brother, popular kid in the university, topper of his batch and most importantly falling in love with the woman of his dreams. They were just a step away from becoming one. He had to convince her parents.
After graduation, he took it as his mission and decided to go to her place, to show her family the kind of man that he is. A man who deserves their daughter, a man who could love their daughter as much as they did. It was during this time that the NEIGHBOR walked in only to mess up his mission, make him wonder what love really is and accept his unrequited feelings for a woman, a woman who is not his girlfriend.