Ah, love..
to me, it's a heavenly thing one can ever experience.. a soul can find beauty in everything if it falls in love… for me, love was going for a one day tour, spending the travel time watching thousands of stars at the mid night while resting on his shoulder..
Love was walking at night, after heavy rainfall, getting wet for hours in the "jhum bristi", then taking shelter in an abundant garage, standing side by side to get the "om"...
Love was waiting for him in the shahbag, because we used to come home together for the weekend after a whole week's exhausting class schedule, we couldn't hide our excitement, as both of us had a lot to tell..
Love was trying to make pizza together for our friends, being both noobs in cooking, still tried our best, and when the output was so perfect, got a relieved smile from each other..
Love was saving money from the Eid salami and giving him something beautiful as a birthday present.. I always felt more inner peace spending for him, instead of myself..
Love was making thousands of plans for the future world tour, as we both love to travel, debating for hours and making our points about why the preferred country would be best or not for no reason at all..
Love was taunting each other for silly reasons.. he loved to tease me all the time.. sometimes, I enjoyed it too..
Love was rescuing a kitten from the street and convinced his parents to adopt it.. sometimes we came out with both of our cats and enjoyed their playing..
But after 8 years of this fairy tale, suddenly you realize that the string has cut in somewhere.. After several months, he confessed he is in love with someone else..
It took me almost one year to get mentally stable and right back on track.. After all those unbearable events, nowadays, I'm trying to put aside the negativities and becoming grateful for all those sweet memories.. I'm also lucky to have such a caring friend circle and family who helped me to come out from the hell. I always try to uplift myself thinking that these pains help me to know and love myself even more.. It takes me guts to reminisce about all these events because of how much you try to keep yourself busy, there will always be a hollow inside yourself which will give you the ache..
After all these years, it feels like maybe Allah has a better plan for me.. I always have high hopes that the upcoming life is going to be great.. Who knows!
