Maybe, it still is.

      “I don’t think it’s going to work, let’s call it off, let’s break up and live our own life”

I read the message thrice just to make sure that I didn’t read any word wrong. I was completely broken. I tried to stay calm and control all my emotions but I knew that I wouldn’t be able to hide it for too long. Tears rolled down my cheeks and fell on the display of my mobile. I thought that things would get worse if I continued to stay at home so I decided to go out and get some fresh air. I wiped off my tears and said to my mom that I was going out for a long walk. I quickly walked out of my house before tears could cover my face again.

           

I was walking on the road still crying. Everyone who were passing by my side, noticed me crying. Everyone stared at me as if I was an alien or any other creature of that sort. Does anyone don’t have the freedom to cry? Does anyone don’t know what pain is all about?, then they would have not stared at me like that, I thought. My tears soon turned into anger. I was angry for loving, I was angry about the people who passed by my side, I was angry on myself for creating all these.

           

I got into one of the park and sat where we both used to sit and have those long conversations. Somewhere in-between those conversations I fell for her but I never thought that someday I would be sitting here alone and weeping over my past.

           

I closed my face with my hands and continued to cry badly. I heard an elderly voice saying “excuse me son”. I opened my eyes and could see an elderly couple, aged around 75 standing before me. I did not speak anything but was looking at them. “Do you need any help son?” asked the old man. I was in no mood to seek his favor, I faked a smile and said “Thank you” and moved few seats away. They both sat where I sat before while I continued to think about my past and tears continued to flow incessantly.

After few minutes, someone placed their hand on my shoulder, I looked up, and it was again that old man. This time he sat beside me and asked “Tell me what’s wrong son, I grew up crossing your age, I can help you”.

I came out of my house to spend my time alone but this old man was disturbing my privacy. “You want to know what’s wrong, everything is wrong, I lost everything” I said furiously. The old man did not say a word then I continued to pile on my agony on him, “You, old generation people don’t know what LOVE is all about, what pain is, how it kills you while you are still alive”

The old man laughed at me and said “LOVE is not about holding each other’s hands and having a good time it’s about not leaving each other’s hands in bad time. I might have not known what LOVE is but I know what LOVE isn't. The word LOVE is meant FOREVER; even after 50 years of our marriage I still see that spark in her eyes which I first saw in her (pointing his wife), after all LOVE is all about falling over again and again for that one person if even you don’t want to. Always remember son, LOVE is always meant FOREVER, if it isn't then it’s not LOVE. People should die with memories of loved ones beside them not with just dreams of their loved ones.”

The old man stood up and held his wife’s hand and went out with a smile. His words stabbed me. I took my mobile out and typed,

“Everything will be fine and I LOVE you now and FOREVER” and sent it.

The main reason for drifting apart from your loved ones is LOVE but we won’t realise that the same LOVE could be the reason for staying happy together. It’s only one life and we shouldn't die with just dreams of our loved ones.

Maybe, it still is.

LOVE IS FOREVER