Sometimes reality seems more unreal than dreams. It was a similar day with dew drops on the windows and sun shining shyly among the beautifully dark colored clouds, when he met me. i was waiting to hear from him since we last met and departed, promising each other to be in touch. A promise he soon broke. Today he was here on my door looking straight into my eyes. I felt he was not looking at me but at all the pain he'd caused me, all the sleepless nights of thinking about him, all the tears he'd given me and my broken heart which will never be healed. I was at a loss of words, I was overwhelmed by his presence in my house. He gently touched my face and shivers ran through my spine. It was not me he was touching , it was my self-respect and my resolve of not meeting him ever that he'd touched. He made me forget all the pain and heartache with just one touch. What was about him that made me crazy?? I had dreamt about this moment many a times and cried later understanding the fact that it was just a dream. But today it wasn't a dream he was here, was I falling in love all over again or was it just his touch that I had longed for?? Was he here for me or was he here for himself??
It was definitely the magic of his touch that transported me back to the days where it was just me, him and our love. I was prettier, because of his love. It was definitely magic. Today all that seems like dream that I had lived.
Why was he here I asked him. He looked deep into my eyes and told me he was in love. I wondered was he talking about me, then he held my hand and told me he was in love with someone else, who reminded him of me. He was here to seek my approval to move on, he wanted my blessings. But how could I?? I thought for a moment his hand still holding mine, his touch still making me mad. I said "You are free!!". That was the last I ever saw him 30 years ago, he smiled at me and left. but his touch still lingers in my memories. It was magic and it still has a spell on me.. his touch!!
It was definitely the magic of his touch that transported me back to the days where it was just me, him and our love. I was prettier, because of his love. It was definitely magic. Today all that seems like dream that I had lived.
Why was he here I asked him. He looked deep into my eyes and told me he was in love. I wondered was he talking about me, then he held my hand and told me he was in love with someone else, who reminded him of me. He was here to seek my approval to move on, he wanted my blessings. But how could I?? I thought for a moment his hand still holding mine, his touch still making me mad. I said "You are free!!". That was the last I ever saw him 30 years ago, he smiled at me and left. but his touch still lingers in my memories. It was magic and it still has a spell on me.. his touch!!
