had been lying there, doing nothing that foggy
afternoon, such thoughts had been doing rounds in my
mind. And I didn't quite know if I did it with any prior
thinking, but I said, I love you. And again for a
moment we were staring at each other before he
planted a kiss and left for the terrace.
I followed him after sometime. And as I sat there
beside him, I did know that he didn't love me. And
how I wished I had not known so distinctly, so truly
that he never loved me.
Looking down from the thirteenth floor, we saw the
whole world was getting back home. Don't know about
him but at least I did. I didn't know what he was
thinking. If he was thinking about me, it hardly did
matter, because my feelings about things and people
happen to be fixed, numbly.
It was getting dark and in a few minutes, you won't
see faces on the streets at all. The mist hid everything.
So I thought I would rather be leaving. Didn't wait for
his goodbye. Just gathered myself and left.
~the happily ever after thingy is the most cliche'd ever~