The desire to be together yet not being able to. Isn't that how most of the love stories end? A story without a happy ending.
Love, the reaction reason for the flow of the majority of hormones. The feeling that makes even the wrongs' right and nothing feels wrong.
No matter how many times an individual tells you that it's not worth it, deep inside even though you know it, You want it. Where nothing feels wrong.
Everyone has a story, I too have one.
And just like most successful love stories, mine was also incomplete. A disconsolate one.
I am not going to bore you with how we met. That beautiful part is the treasure kept in our own imaginary space with only us having the access card.
I live in Kerala, a state in India cursed to be an orthodox due to its 100 percent literacy. A state where one cares of the apathetic society more than their own kin, who can spread words faster than death.
The misprint in our relationship started when she asked me not to sit with her again on the bus because once an incognita lady told her mother about this.
Yah our parents didn't even know about this, because we belonged from different religions. Two crossed lovers by accident but also being in our constellation.
I would always visit her disguised as a friend. Just a friend.
Rest on the next day