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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