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I have loved her for thirteen months and 5 days; it’s just that she doesn’t know about it. She works at the corner bakery where they sell those awesome cupcakes or so I am told, but I can’t be sure of that even though I have purchased hundreds of them. The mere sight of her sends all my senses on a strike leaving me with a thunderous pounding of the heart that resonates loudly in my eardrums. I am sure we have a past connection but the thought that she will never know gnaws at my heart making me ill at ease. (Read love story)

But today, I feel that something important is going to happen and all these thoughts buzzing around in my head is making me dizzy.

But that could also be because I hadn’t had anything to eat or drink – Or maybe because I haven’t slept in the last forty eight hours. It has been raining heavily since then and the torment of the falling drops on the window pane is like a whip lashing for me as I sit by the window, delirious, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. It has been forty eight hours since the rain started, it’s the heaviest in ten years I heard the chap say on the weather channel and it’s likely to continue.

The toughest hours…. a love story to read

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And these hours have been the toughest – not being able to see my love –

But wait – what is this that I see? A light – a faint one inside the bakery – It must be her; it has to be her…

I stumble down the staircase, run through the alley, crossing the road; all wet by the rain but kept warm by the love burning inside me. I know what you are thinking – that it’s such a cliché. But for some clichés are the closest to truth.

When reached the door of the bakery; I could hardly see anything inside through the glass. I hesitate not sure what is it that I can do. The rain is soaking me through though I know my love cannot be washed away. She will know, yes she will know.

And then the doors open and there she is – my love – she looks at me. Then smiles and says in that melodious voice of hers,

“Sorry, we are closed”

I wait for the words to come from her mouth, even mine, but there’s none. I smile in return, hiding my anguish. And I walk away slowly back in the rain.

Forever in shadow

Forever in shadow

At the steps of the building, I pause – self ridicule makes me halt for a mere second and I turn to look back in the direction of my love and watch her walk away. The umbrella barely doing a good job, her white dress now sticking to her legs and her hair clings around her waist instead of my hands, and she half walks and half skips to a waiting car. The door opens as she approaches it and a man gets out, runs towards her, hugs her and then kisses her. I hear her laugh, a playful laugh and that laugh urges me to run towards her and scream out loud:

“Not him. me. I who have loved you secretely for months…not him! It`s me!”

But I remained rooted to the spot with an ever burdening heart watching her drive away. I returned to my room to bide my time till another day…. (read love stories)

The end.

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