She!

She loved him at his best; she loved him at his worst. She loved him every minute, every second of the day. She knew what it was to love someone and be loved at the same time. He on the other side loved her only when he wanted to, for he never knew what it was to love someone. He thought love was never his gig, but little did he know that it was the only gig, which, since time immemorial had made living of the people worthwhile.

She couldn’t kindle the thought of being away from him, she at all times wanted him beside her and he on the other hand thought otherwise and didn’t care enough. She loved the way he spoke, the way he annoyed her, the way he ate, smiled and blushed, she managed to find him cute at all times no matter how low the magnitude was, he, was the reason for her smile.

She walked towards him beaming beatifically and said, “Good Morning Honey”.

“Morning”, he snapped curtly. He couldn’t help it and it was too late to have realized.

The smile that was etching from ear to ear slowly started to shrink, but she managed to hold it as long as she could, for all she knew she loved him the way he was, and was sure he would do better, sooner or later.

All his life, he had read and learnt the volumes of life in a different way, which was way different from what he was reading now. He had learnt the way of living life the hard way and was stubborn enough adhere to it, come what may. But, deep down inside he knew he loved her, he knew he wanted her, he knew she deserves to be loved back, he knew she has to get her share of happiness and pleasure, but he couldn’t help ignoring those realizations and giving her only a little. She never wore pride, he always did. She seldom cribbed, he often did. He cared a little, she cared more than anything.

She understood him and stood by his side, despite all his whims and caprices, and forgave him at all times, his mere sorry and laugh made her forget the dirtiest of their fights, she never fought nor argued, but kept her cool and let him blabber and argue in a louder tone of voice. Because she knew he meant nothing of what he said, and he thought he had won over her, but, had he kept score, he would have realized that he won all the times. No, it was never her fault, but she chose to be on the losing side instead, for all she knew, he liked winning.

He did find her cute, beautiful, praised her for what she is, loved her, made her happy, but the extent was nothing when compared to what she instilled on him. He never gave voice to his grievance, but she could feel his displeasure, and he was cute enough to deny it.  She on the other hand, gave a little voice to her discomfort and he made it vanish with a mere touch and smile. No, he is no magician but she loved him to that extent that these mere wounds inflicted by him would not last longer, but she knew he would last forever.

Had she asked him whether he would last forever, he would have denied it with his cute little explanation, and would lecture her about life, death and other crap, but she read him well, his eyes spoke more than him and she could read volumes out of them, his mere presence was enough to sense what was going through his mind.

“I Love you, honey”, she said, which sounded like a cute rhyme from a 3 year old's mouth.

“Okay”, he said funnily yet curtly. But, he did not realize he spoke too much with his eyes, and she read him well, and she read what she wanted to, and smiled, because she knew the change, has arrived!

Adios!

P.S Love someone back for what they give in, they would not have loved you if you were not worth in the first place! The sooner you realize, the better.