Wowzers!

That day when I was talking about how it feels to love you  they said, how about if you try to resist this feeling, to forget him and move on, to unlove him - that when I know loving you will take my life away, and that loving you is toxic, and deadly, and oh-so-brutal, then why am I loving you anyway, I should stop! Listening to their argument, I smiled. I smiled and then burst into a laughter so loud. I laughed out loud all my pain, and aches, and tears. I gathered all my courage, smiled again - broad and bright. I took a deep breath and begin to speak - again - this time about how it is to unlove you. Breaking the silence of the death, I uttered words - words they never wanted to hear. I stared at them all - one by one - and said, "Do you really think I never tried to stop, to resist, to get over him, to unlove him?" They all nodded affirming and I continued, "I tried, and I tried a lot to unlove him. To unlove him is like you are on ventilator suffering from res...

Loving him is so lively - it is like breathing. When you're young and healthy and full of life. Loving him is not something I need to do but something I am doing all the time - without realizing, without planning, without even thinking of it. Loving him is involuntary - something I do earnestly, with all my heart, without caring of consequences. Loving him is like appearing in the exam and you see the question paper and it looks like you know all the right answers - you smile and boost yourself up and begin to pen down the things you might have never seen before - never learn before. You have no clue what you are writing but you're writing anyway - and that too flawlessly, without any mistake, unstoppable, and confidently. And here is your result - you top the exam, you succeeded through it, and all that effortlessly. Loving him is like listening to your favorite songs on the way to home and it seems like someone has set up the playlist to all your favorite songs - and the...