**Phases of Love** ~Aswath :D “You are trying too much, and it’s not going to work out. Trust me,” she said in a trembling voice for the third time. I kept silent for a moment. I knew she was upset. There were times when she couldnt handle the pressure of all the things that surrounded her: those moments when her office colleagues treated her badly, or when the stress of exams overwhelmed her, or the times she doubted her career choices. “Why are you silent?” she asked after a moment. “No, I was just listening.” “It’s not you, I promise,” she continued after a short pause. “You have been good to me. But I don’t understand why I have to be the one who struggles. I am honest with everyone, but people don’t prove the worth they claim to have. I don’t think I can trust anyone easily. That is why I said our relationship is not going to work out. Please understand, no?” I remained silent. “I am getting mad at you. I am being rude and why are you still so quiet?” “Angel,” I started talking. “Don’t call me that. I am no one’s angel,” she interrupted. “Okay. Cool down yaar. You know, you don’t need to be angry. Why don’t we sort this out calmly? Too much anger is not good for anyone,” I replied. “I know when to calm down. And I don’t behave like this with everyone, except you. I am careful with everyone else,” she responded swiftly. “And why am I the only person?” I asked. She was silent for a few moments. “Come on, tell me,” I insisted. “That is because I blurt out things when I am angry. I talk what’s on my mind without thinking too much. Why should I let all the people know what’s in my mind? So I speak with them after thinking.” “I thought so. But then why are you angry with me?” I asked her again. “That’s because I don’t need to pretend with you. May be that’s why. I know I can trust you. Because you are comfortable with the way I am,” she said softly. “And I bet you also know that I am not going to give up on you. Not for any reason. No matter how rude you are to me. Am I right?” I left the question open ended. I wanted her to know that. “That is because you are crazy. You are blindly in love,” she said and I could sense a grin on her face. “Precisely the reason why you are my angel,” I said and smiled. We did not say anything but listened to the sound of our breathing for the next eight seconds. I knew I had made her smile. I could love her a thousand times over and over just for that innocent smile. “When did I become your angel?” she asked in her cute voice, breaking the silence. “Since the very beginning,” I said. “You are an idiot,” she said and giggled at the other end.
Posted on: Sat, 30 Aug 2014 15:30:00 +0000