The Unfinished Story



She sat next to her phone, waiting for it to beep.. Like every other day.

Waiting for that one message, that one 'hi'  that would put a smile on her face for the whole day.. Sometimes the whole week.. or may be the month..

Her friends wondered what's wrong with her. Why does she always obsess about this one message? Agreed, she liked him. May be, he liked her too. Well, he never said it openly. 

Perhaps, she just assumed he did.

But she knew better. She didn't just like him;she loved him. It was that always, forever, eternal sort of love. 

A love, often seen in the movies, written about in books. A love, where there is a happy ever after, in its most absolute sense.

And she knew, he only liked her. He loved her as a friend.. or so he would say. 

He loved everything about her and would notice even the slightest change in her voice.

They were so tuned to each other, that she had begun to preempt those once a week messages and those fortnightly calls.

She would just sit by her phone and wait for time to fly by..

And then came those messages and that one call which was enough to send her heart racing to the mountains. It would give a purpose, a meaning to her existence.

And sometimes, she longed to know if that's how he felt too..

He would never say anything. Yet, they would talk for hours and hours together.

They shared their dreams and desires. 

What love meant to them, what they meant to each other. And with every passing day, her longing for him just grew..

She wished that one day, she would finally get her happily ever after...with him.

He never told her, how her strong and intense feelings for him, were making him feel edgy.

Did he actually, truly love her?

They had been together for years.. They had grown together and so had the demons within him.

Every time he told her, he loved her,in ways that only he could feel.. the demons grew stronger. 

He, who was incapable of love;was sharing a lie with her.

He was making her live that lie everyday. He gave her an unspoken promise about a happily ever after, everyday.. It pinched him.

And then the voices in his head grew louder and louder and began to drown his own voice, which said that he actually, truly, loved her..

How could he make a commitment? How could he have a happy ending? He shared his dreams and desires.. All right.

Wasn't that enough? And why was he doing that anyway?

He was happy and lost in his own world, before she came along. And then, he was at his happiest best. 

This scared him. His demons rose.

He wasn't meant for love. He was broken. He would break her too.

But he knew, her love was so powerful, that he wouldn't be able to break free.

But he had to.

She waited and waited that day. She knew that one message would come.. It should come..

The day went by, the night crawled.. Her phone beeped many times.. But she knew it wasn't him.

When the dawn came, she knew what she feared the most, had finally come to life.

She had her fairy tale.. Without her happily ever after.

She had her story... That never ended.

She had her love, that never got fulfilled.

She had finally woken up from her dream..unfinished... 
 unfulfilled...


*This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda*

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