Her on Her

"I like you. Another world, another day. I would have definitely pursued you. But that does not change the fact that we are in this world, this day."

"Why? Why not now? Why not today? Why not in this world?"

"I have shared some beautiful years with her. She is very close to me. She has taught me so many things. She makes me look good.. In my own eyes. She loves me. I love her. All the crap that we keep going through to time to time. We have come out stronger every time. And its not just what we have been through. The understanding we have is perfect. I know what she thinks. She knows how my mind works. We know exactly what to do to hurt each other. She is very important to me. I cannot just give up on her one fine morning."

He had spent hours before this, explaining the same thing to her. He had been honest, from the beginning. Sometimes to the point of brutality. Yet she had refused to understand. And then a few sentences said about someone else. And in an instant, realisation had dawned.

She didn't begrudge him anything, or her, for that matter. They were perfect for each other. They had history. They had love. They had a future. They deserved a fairy tale life, the kinds with happily-ever-afters. The longing she felt for him, the craving, the love, she blamed him for none of that. He had done nothing to lead her there, had never encouraged it. But he indulged her. Knowing the fragile state of her ego, he let her play make-believe.

But today, it had hit her. And with that had arrived a tidal wave of memories. Every guy she had been with. Every 'relationship' she had try to build. How it was almost like a routine. Falling in love with the most complicated guys, agreeing to the most complicated setups, just to feed her million insecurities. Walking into each one of these "relationships" with full faith that she could make it work. Even if she was at it all alone, she would manage to sustain the bond. And then eventually, the crumbling would start. The shelf lives got shorter and shorter. So many years, so many guys, so many 'relationships', nothing to show.

What pricked her though was that nobody would say those words for her. Nobody. Not to her. Not to anyone else. She just did not mean that much to anyone. Nobody loved her today. Nobody would probably love her ever.

So while I try to bring a smile to her lips, Cheers to all those women who are with men who love them. They are a rare. Something very precious!! Cherish them with all your heart. :-)