Part 1 : : :
"A beautiful pair of black eyes can never harm anybody. At least not me, anymore." I shouted, for the fifth time.
As I walked over my best friend's heart-stabbing-comment, leaving her by my favorite latté, yet again.
She didn't seem paranoid when I turned around to take a sneak peek at her incredibly flawless face.
She was used to this 'unpopular statement of the year', for a year.
Or maybe two. Oops!
I wouldn't blame myself though because it was the only shield that comforted and confronted my demons to not get into my mind, anytime soon.
They made me look invincible.
Until that fateful night. After a really long time, I saw him. 'The love of my life.' He stood right there as his eyes met mine, still resembling the perpetual universe surrounding infinite black holes.
Stumbling towards me, he pelted along the wind and stopped supposedly five-inches away. "Hi!" He threw his almost-heartbreaking boyish grin. Of course, the one that possessed superpowers.
I couldn't say anything.
Probably, busy noticing the facial details I was unknown to.
Even under the dim city lights, his messed up hair managed to look as perfect as it used to and the whiskers made me remember his eternal love for trying out new things.
He didn't change. Not even a slightest bit.
I skipped a heartbeat.
Part 2 : : :
"Hey. Are you okay?" .
He snapped his insanely long fingers on my shoulders. .
Speak up, you little jerk!
I sighed, and left an unplanned and disastrous drowning-in-sorrow-smile that presentably made me look like a heartbroken baby girl.
"Fine. Just fine."
I exclaimed, breaking the abysmal silence, praying he would catch all the lies that struck the cold ground and wrap his manly arms around me. .
Because I was not okay.
I have never been, since he left.
But he didn't.
He smiled, instead.
All I could sense now was, the dead butterflies in my stomach coming back to life and my heart waiting to be stitched on my sleeve again, denying it's mere fright of breaking.
I could see our younger selves flashing in front of my eyes.
Happy. Fearless. And absolutely and madly in love.
With each other.
It came in like a flood. And certainly, took me to my safe place.
I was home.
"God! Are you crying?"
He finally gasped, as soon as a tear drop raced down my cheeks landing on my lips that parted ways a long time ago. .
Before I looked away, he leaned forward and cupped my face with his wonderful warm hands.
"I wish you could stay here forever."
Part 3 : : :
He heard it.
And he pulled away as swiftly as he fell out of love, with a face drenched in mistakes all over.
His eyes, cold as ice, making my bones shiver. .
He was gone.
"Well, I have got this work to do. Goodbye."
He turned around, without expecting any goodbyes from me, crippling away from me with every passing second.
He knew what I was going to say, maybe. "Stay, please." I cried, loud enough to make him stop rushing for a while.
All of a sudden, the world was quiet and unhurting.
I could hear his deep sigh as he brushed his beautiful hair with his long fingers.
He looked at me with piercing dilemma flowing out of his eyes.
I needed him.
I wiped off my swollen eyes to take a better look at his.
But now, he was gone. Gone for real.
Where did he go? When did he leave? He was right here, 2 milliseconds ago.
I questioned myself, as I looked around me.
Alone. Again. I smiled.
I turned away, spiraling over the opposite side of the freewalk and kept my eyes shut for a while.
Trying to call the demons to stack my unceasingly collapsing bricks up, and turn me into the inhuman I was.
. "A beautiful pair of black eyes can never harm anybody." I assured myself.
"But a little love can."
The demons smirked.
This one's for the people I don't remember the names of, or maybe I do have a blurred image of your face in the back of my mind but let's just keep you anonymous for now. This one's also to the friends who have been a family and to the strangers who comforted me at times just like a winter morning.
This is a thank you note to you for just being there when I wanted someone around me.
Thank you to all the good deeds that you did and to all the things which made me believe in this world again.
For the times you made me cross the road when I was 4 and when the traffic was way out of my hand because the road seemed like some other hell of a ride for such a young kid. Trust me, the young child needed your attention that day.
For the times when you saved me from those late night hunger pangs and got the food right in time. For the times when you met me like a stranger and listened to me when I wanted to say something that I couldn't talk to my friends about.
For the times when you helped me find my route as I was so lost on that road and you clearly got me through it.
For the times when as a regular customer of a restaurant or as my date when you helped me decide something on the menu and for the times when you saw me drunk as hell and still didn't judge rather just helped me get my shit together, thank you.
I'm glad people like you do exist.
For the times when you talked to me till the dawn and got me over some anxiety which bothered me that time. For the times when you somehow felt like a ray of hope to me and stood right there beside me helping me through the stress.
For the times when you checked on me without even asking for it and for the times when you smiled back at me when I was crossing the road in the evening because that surely came like a bright light in my day.
All of you people, maybe all the strangers who showed up at the right time, and to the people who will always be a family no matter what, just wanted to drop a thank you to the bits you offered.
Let me just say you all one thing, just be this nice always, the world needs you all.