A Lost Love

“Hi!” He whistled as he wandered into my room.

“Who let you in?” I growled, my unhappiness at his appearance quite obvious.

“Well, you had left the door open, you know”, he shrugged.

He took a look at me, sitting defeated on my bed, and said, “You’ve been to see him, haven’t you?”

I was silent.

“Well?”

“You know the answer, don’t you? Yes, I had been to see him”.

“And?”

“You know the answer to that too”.

“Still pining for him? After all these years?”

I was silent again.

“I was there, you know. I saw it all”.

“I know you did”.

“The first time you saw him, you thought – Here’s the guy I’m going to marry! You never believed in love at first sight till then. You didn’t believe in romance either. But then, you were not a typical girl. You never had been one. Always a tomboy. Always hanging out with the guys, your buddies. He was different. You felt feminine with him. But he treated you just like another of his buddies. Part of the gang. And that hurt – hurt like hell, didn’t it?”

I nodded, biting my lip.

“And then, when he starting dating that other girl, you actually cried. You sobbed your heart out in your room. I was there, you know.”

“Yes, I know”.

“How many years has it been since you last met?”

“6 years, I think”.

“That’s quite a long time, isn’t it?”

“Yes, I thought so too”, I replied. “I thought it would be fine –much water and all that. But the moment I laid eyes on him and his beautiful (and intelligent) wife, it all came back”. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

“It’s bad, isn’t it? To lose in love?” His hand was on my shoulder, and his eyes were sympathetic.

“Yes, it is.” My eyes brimmed with sudden tears.

“Come to me, dear, come to me”, he murmured, as he stroked my hair gently. I let out a loud sob, and embraced Payne tightly. He slowly dissolved and seeped into my skin, piercing my heart with a long, cold stab.