Some romances take forever to phaseout. As they see into your world wildly and closely, compelling secrets you yourself struggled with words, for being suppressed too long. Silly boy. He didn’t realize you were praying silently with every word uttered, for him to stay. As you couldn’t bear the thought of him walking away knowing your wretched tales, yet you couldn’t stop. Foolish child believed this man would love her endlessly like he promised. She was wrong about him. He didn’t love her endlessly, more likely he never loved her at all. It’s an era of nothing till you pick your ringing phone to hear him on the other end. His voice unrecognizable yet the name as familiar as your own. This drags you seven long years back. Seventeen, when you had your entire life to live. Instead drowned in piles of sorrow and heartbreak when the world decided to show you how humans were. Foolish little child thought he was her life line. When in fact he was nothing, he did not exist. He was her train of thought, the name she wrote on every table of her school. Every song she listened to and every poem she read. But he didn’t exist, not in her world at least.
She Was Sea 