Their eyes met on a busy street, she knew that moment she found her love of her life. She wanted to make a move but her mind said to wait- If they are meant for each other, he will come around, she sighed looking at the full moon, as she made her way to where ever she was going , She knew they were destined to be together. There she spotted a shooting star, she halted that moment on a busy street to make a quick wish, she closed her eyes folding her hands as many eyes were giving a piercing look for this gesture. She made her wish- That is him!!!
Her wish came true, he came around that spring and love blossomed. He was her world, her days started with him and ended with him. She believed his every word. He became her God, Her religion and she worshiped him. According to her he's Oliver and she's Jennifer of the novel Love story.
For her, he can never be wrong, for her he can never hurt her. Once a thought of he deceiving her passed her mind and she punished herself for letting such thoughts to pass her mind about her god-Him.
His wishes are her command. When ever he looked her beautiful almond eyes, she would assume that he is trying to measure her love for him through her eyes. She tried her best to bring all the love for him to express in those small eyes. She would dress up for him like a bride every day. When females on the street, stare at him, she would hold his hand to claim him in front of all, as if he only belonged to her. Making love to him was like worshiping her God. She would plant every kiss like as if she plucking fresh flowers right from the garden as the first sun rays makes there way.
She worshiped him for 10 springs. As the summer approached that year, hard truth hit her, only she is Jennifer but he is not Oliver. He wasn’t measuring her love for him through her almond eyes,her eyes was just a mirror to groom himself for his future, there was only him in his future and no place for her. Making love to him was a worship just for her, for him its just an act to satisfy his body hunger.
She stood alone, devastated, hurt and fighting her own battle all alone. She wanted to ask him one last time that, her love meant nothing to him? Her life meant nothing to him ?. She wanted to tell him, he didn’t just go but he ruined a part of her. Just like Jennifer she also died inside, only difference was her Oliver wasn’t around to feel for her. She cursed that shooting star she spotted on a busy street years ago.
As she turned last page of her diary, tears rolled down her cheeks and she looked at the calender on the wall, it said it is her 5th spring on her own fighting her own battle. A thought which she tries to push away all the time, resurfaced in her mind like a ghost and mocked at her once again with a same question -"was it worth wasting 10 precious spring for that man?". But Now she has mastered the art to ignore that mocking ghost.
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