Love, they say is subjective. If you ask a person what love means, you’ll be left with thousands of definitions. Noone really knows what love is. The least I can say is that “It’s something magical”.
It’s been a while since I met him. Our meeting was by chance. I mean totally. Guess that’s what movies try to portray sometimes but we fail to understand claiming it to be something unrealistic. There’s definitely a reason behind why we encounter certain people in our lives. Life is indeed a movie, where some characters remain till the end and some are just guest appearances. I didn’t know if he was the former or the latter. But, as days passed by, my subconscious mind started believing that he shall be one of those very people who I believe, will stay. I don’t know. I was yet to know. But, there was this one thing that I knew. He was special to me.
We used to go out at times, talk about our lives, tirade into the Government and not so perfect lives, crack jokes and do what every other “we are just friends” people usually do. We were indeed very good friends. Well.. maybe Best Friends.
But, I was in love yesterday. Yes! You heard that right. It was just a moment. He had a sore throat, I remember him telling me two days prior and tonight he sang to me. I remember, how he behaved like a five year old scared of his parents, because he did some mischief, after he sang to me, because he felt the “critic” in me would be alive that night and tell him how much of a pathetic singer he is. Trust me, I was all smiles then. It was just that moment when I realised what having butterflies in the stomach actually meant. That moment of innocence; of honesty; of bliss. I know not how long what we have between us persists, but it feels beautiful remembering what he gifted me that night. I mean really.
It’s 3 AM now, and I am smiling to myself. I was in love yesterday.
You shall be in love someday,
I was in yesterday,
For love comes in the nights
And leaves us in the mornings.
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