I cannot explain how busy I am but this I had to post!!!!!
“I’ll only marry someone who can drive a car and very well at that.”, he said lazily stretching himself, “And someone who can cook exceptionally”
Unthinking words thrown carelessly.
She looked at the words scornfully. Conditional love never met with her approval.
She joined driving classes secretly the next day. Cooking classes that same afternoon.
“Why do you always…?” She asked raising her voice.
“Why don’t you ever…?” He shouted back.
“Do you always have to accuse me back?” She retorted sharply.
“Why can’t you give a straight answer?” He lowered his voice.
“What’s your question?” she asked tentatively.
“Will you marry me?” He blurted, surprising them both.
Happy people. Sad people.
Smart people. Dull people.
Fun people. Boring people.
Sweet people. Mean people.
Caring people. Selfish people.
Well read people. Blah people.
Honest people. Horrible people.
Loving people. Vicious people.
Trusting people. Paranoid people.
Million people. Billion kind of people… In the world. Heart settles on him, the one I can’t have.
Sunshine, flowers, butterflies and birds;
Darkness, candles, soft and special words;
From see to sense to touch to feel;
A sense of belonging, every lover’s dream.
Happiness in conversation, comfort in silence,
Solace in togetherness, a divine confluence;
Maybe a kiss or a hug or simply a fleeting look;
Each time, the emotion, privately understood.
How can someone rely on someone else for their own happiness? Waiting and longing for his arrival. His smile made her happy and his words made all the difference. Finally, the door bell rang. The wait was over at last! She opened the door to see his smile and hear the words she was dying to hear, “Miss, your double cheese burst pizza” enjoyyy!
P.S- Inspired by a conversation with another M:) who loves pizza!
They were good friends.They did everything they could. To make it last. It did not. They put an end to “togetherness” that night. They found solace for the last time just sitting across the table and talking. Just as they used to. Just like they never would.
P.S- To you my friend. Tuesdays with you, randomness while watching the water with you. You will be missed.