It had just been 10 months of him and her...they were still crazily in love with each other...but the long distance was giving her a tough time and they were facing a lot of problems too. Everyday fighting, arguing, frustration and irritation was giving them a tough time. She had started doubting herself. She didn't know if she could handle all of it. All she knew was that she wanted to be with him...forever! But knowing the fact that she will not be able to be in a normal relationship with him was giving her a headache. She didn't think of anything other than him and the long distance. She just wanted her life to be easier...she just wanted to face all the other problems with him by her side, but he said, It may not happen. He told her if he gets placed in Bangalore then his parents will most probably shift to Bangalore too. And she knew that meant the chances of him visiting Delhi could be very less. He may not visit at all.
She kept thinking, I want him. I can't live without him. I love him. But I want him here...in Delhi. Not some other place away from me. I can't just talk on calls and whatsapp all the time or skype. That is not real. And I want it to be real.
How can life be so unfair, she thought. She was angry with him...with herself...with God. She told him that it'll be the end of their relationship if he gets placed in Bangalore. And just like that her hopes of being with him forever were dead. She told him, Maybe we are not meant to be the forever.
She kept thinking, I want him. I can't live without him. I love him. But I want him here...in Delhi. Not some other place away from me. I can't just talk on calls and whatsapp all the time or skype. That is not real. And I want it to be real.
How can life be so unfair, she thought. She was angry with him...with herself...with God. She told him that it'll be the end of their relationship if he gets placed in Bangalore. And just like that her hopes of being with him forever were dead. She told him, Maybe we are not meant to be the forever.
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