Six hundred and eighty two days
it had been since the first time
we chatted with each other
and I wished to make her mine.
I was a lost soul
and she was a broken heart.
We lived far from each other,
thousands of miles apart.
Only occasional texts to start with
and my wish to break her walls,
we were convinced to move ahead
and texts soon escalated to calls.
‘Happiness unlimited’ I wrote down
on my diary on that specific day
when she seemed so positive
and I thought I had to say.
It had been three months
of our blossoming acquaintance
when I proposed to her.
Of course, it didn’t make sense!
I had seen her in pictures
and heard her over the phone.
How could I claim to love her?
Was it just a result of being alone?
She had already rejected me twice
within six months of our chats.
And just like other boys,
I didn’t know how to relax.
I chatted with another girl
and had a long distance relation
with her until twenty days later
I started meeting with frustration.
I couldn’t love that girl;
She couldn’t be the remedy to
my broken heart and fix it.
So all I could say was, ‘Goodbye!’
I returned to where my heart belonged:
Happy but a bit guilty.
She took me in the same way
like, a month ago, how we used to be.
Unaware of what I did,
she just asked where I had been.
I couldn’t tell her the truth
so I said, “Just wanted to be unseen.”
Things started getting back to normal
as our chats resumed well.
“I had to come back to you, my dear”
was what I couldn’t tell.
But she understood me without words.
That was what I loved the most.
She housed my heart but she thought
that she would never be a good host.
A year of ‘us’ came into being
as we got closer through our journey.
I told her about my feelings once again
expecting a lovely reply for me.
Oh yes! She gave it a thought
but cruel were the memories of her past.
The happiness that I had felt
did not, more than a day, last.
It saddened me to see her
unable to get out of her sadness.
I tried to tell her how I wanted
to love her with all my madness.
But she couldn’t – it was difficult.
I could understand how she felt.
That’s why I didn’t compel her
until when I thought her heart would melt.
Six months later, I flew back home
to meet my kith and kin.
But inside my head, I had already
planned our novel meeting.
The day came when we met for the first time.
Elegantly she smiled and shook my hand.
Beautiful she looked, I was nervous,
and time flew by like slipping sand.
We met once again after two days.
This time I was quite ready.
We clicked pictures and talked a lot.
This time I walked steady.
Twenty days later, it was time to return
– as I bid everyone goodbye.
She and I had something to cherish
even though the distance made us sigh.
Two weeks later was her birthday.
I wished her happiness and bliss.
After a few days, I told her
how I had started to miss.
Yes, shameless, for the fourth time
I proposed to her on a serious note.
I told her how I exactly felt about her
without a lie or a sugar coat.
If not in one and a half years,
then she would never love me, I thought.
So, with a long text of our memories,
For love, in love, I fought.
But she still wasn’t ready for
the second relationship of her life.
And I had already made plans
of her being my future wife.
I didn’t know what happened to me then;
I couldn’t take more rejection.
So I stopped talking to her and
all other [girl] friends out of dejection.
Feeling undervalued, I made two mistakes
within two months of our separation
just to realize later that
it was all out of frustration.
Then came my best birthday ever
which only a handful of friends remembered.
And she called just to wish me
and asked of my whereabouts after November.
I was elated when I spoke to her.
Her voice soothed my ears once again.
A few days later, I asked her
to relieve me of all my pain.
She doubted her ability to love again
but I promised her a life full of happiness.
Finally, I asked if she was ready to fall in love
and, oh boy, she said ‘Yes!’
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