and then

and she told me, she loves me in the middle of night and hung up when there was silence from my side.

i kept calling her and could not get through, for hours i dialed and she would not pick up, and finally she did, crying. in the long hours that followed we talked, about what this change would mean for our current relationship, how we would not let this tiny detail matter.

and few weeks later, i told her i loved her, again in the middle of night, sitting across to her. and again there were tears which were shed, late into the night the talk continued. we talked how this would mean change or everything, how hopeless it was for 'us', there was a path we were walking which we could walk for the time till our separate destinations take us away, that path we decided to walk hand in hand for as long as we can.

and the journey was beautiful, it was an existence in now and here, there was no future mentioned only the present lived. there were dreams and hopes but never were spoken aloud.
and the journey was over, there was a crossroad, there was a parting. some pieces inside were shattered, some memories were held closer than life. there was a healing time, in which mending was done, memories were let go. there was a reunion of sorts, the talking terms were reestablished. But there was a heartbeat that skipped on every encounter, nothing was spoken aloud.


and she told me, she loves someone else in the middle of night and hung up when there was silence from my side............