‘Poles apart’ would be a phrase, yet it defined the irony in their bond perfectly.
He was the ‘No’ to all her approvals.
He was the acceptance to all her rejections.
He was the wake up call to all her trance.
He was the leap of faith in all her insanity.
He was the conclusion to all her beginnings.
He was the extension to all her limits.
What more! He was a beautiful story in her ever expanding horizon of thoughts. She could never narrate it and she wondered why. Probably he never gave away anything. Even otherwise she could talk about a whole lot of things under the sun with so much precision but not him. And she wondered why. Maybe love was an oblivious reality.
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