Life

All she ever wanted was that hug to last a little longer. She wanted to embrace his warmth and absorb his scent in. She yearned to seep in his breath and swing to the beats of his heart. Her love for him was something different. It was not physical. It was something else, it was the undeniable mental connection that they shared. It was the freedom that she felt with him. That sense of freedom was her definition of love. It was the laughter she laughed with him. It was that shine in her eyes when she saw him. Now, she missed him. Missed those endless kisses, prolonged hugs, sweet whispers and the dirty signs midst people with raised eyebrows. She missed his making-no-sense-at-all one liners and giggled like idiots. With all their happy times in heart, she wondered, does he ever feel it when she thinks about him.

She lay seemingly lifeless soaking herself in his memories. Her thoughts having no match with the songs booming in her ears. Inside she smiled thinking about her moments of yesterday with him. His face, eyes, smile and scent got her hallucinated. She had always wanted to walk out of relationships. She hated them- never gave them a chance. When he said he loved her, she never believed. Probably he loved her truly but failed to express and each time she got reasons to walk away. Though it hurts her seeing him hurt but she never tries on her behalf to break the ice. She misses him but restrains herself with the thought, will he ever forgive her for what she did to him. Probably not. Deep inside this thought killed her. Why wouldn't it, she had murdered him while he was still breathing. She had zombified him. She was responsible for all the issues going on in his life. Well not all, only the ones involving zero mental peace. Yes, she was selfish. She wanted to fly away far off...