Encounters

She met the person, she thought she could spend her life with. It was a happy day. Finally there was someone, someone just for her. They had similar goals in life, lifestyle that was alike and they made each other happy. She thought this was enough to sustain the relationship only to find out that it was a relationship just for her. 

He didn't feel it. He wasn't into the relationship. He liked her, no doubt. He liked her a lot. She made him laugh. They could discuss work and she was as passionate as him. He liked the friendship they had.

When she found about this, it broke her heart. Not in the ways it had been before but in a different way. The castles she was building in her thoughts had lot of potential. She thought she could conquer the world with him.

He knew she could conquer the world - with him, he never thought. His thoughts were very clear. His goals set, his days designed into a routine. He knew where he was going and he didn't feel like he needed anyone on the journey.

But she was all about the journey. She would stop midway just to look at the sunrise from the valley. She would stop to photograph a pretty flower. All her best memories are journeys. Destination never mattered to her.

They realised the differences but never the similarities that they had. She couldn't say much to him and he held back. 

She realised she has had such encounters before too. Was it her or was it the universe? Was there a message in all of this? Was she hopeful for no reason? Or was her heart broken too soon? There were a lot of questions but no answers. 

He didn't know all of this. Maybe because she never told him. Maybe because she didn't want to lose him. But would it really be a loss if one cannot share the reality with another? 

But then she thought would she have anyone if she started telling the truth or would she always need to hide her true feelings? 

She was an emotional, he was a practical. It was a different kind of encounter. She knew she wanted him in her life, he liked having her in his life. That was the only thing clear between the two.

To the one who was

It's funny and ironic to think that when we were together, I would rarely dream about you. Years have passed since we broke up and now I often dream about you...good dreams, happy dreams. In my dreams we are together, sneaking from the world's eye and finding ways to be with each other. Honestly, these dreams seem so real, I want to stay in them. Because we are together and we are happy. Only thing that matters in my Dreamland is that we are together, and I can't deny the way it makes me feel. Content, happy, loved and all those other adjectives related to love. It feels complete and then, I wake up. The realisation sets in, that it was just a dream. You and I haven't spoken to each other for long now. Do you also sometimes dream of me? Does it seem happy in those dreams? Do you also want to be with me in those dreams but then reality strikes? I don't even know if I will ever get honest answers to these questions or if we will ever speak again. One thing that I do know is the love never goes away. It always stays, intact, the same way it was, always. If you ever need love come find it with me. And till then I  will find it in me to love myself too, because I know you are never coming back to me, never again.