Falling Out of Love. (Monday Moments #95)

          She had loved him the most she could. She was there with him through his bad times and good. She crossed fires for him. She helped him through his breakup. She held his hand in his depression. She made him a major portion of her life. And now, after being so in love with him and yet not being together with him, she felt lost. She was fighting a war where she could see herself on both the sides. No matter who won, she was going to lose in the end. And now, after 2 years of that unrequited love, she was falling out of love of him. She was falling out of love with him and that realisation alone gave her a breakdown.

          On the other hand, he always considered her his closest friend. He loved her but he was not ready to be with her. He always took a stand for her. He directed her energy and passion in the right direction and helped her chose a career perfect for her. She was his security blanket and he was her angel. And now, after 2 years, he was ready to be with her post his traumas. He had just started to feel the love for her. He was going to confess his feelings on a planned date, but things never go as planned.

          She met him that day. She said, "I think I'm falling out of love with you. After waiting for so long, now I just don't have any feelings left for you. I love you and I want you in my life but now the definition of love has changed. I'm not going to be the hopeless smitten kitten and wait forever. And now, I don't have to because whatever I felt for you, is all fading away. I waited too long and now I'm moving on. I love you, but I cannot be your second choice anymore. And, I hate that I'm not in love with you anymore. I wish it was different." Then, he said, "I love you."

          They both held each other and cried because time screws everyone. Love is never enough. He was not sad that they failed. He was sad that he failed her.

(‘Monday Moments’ is a blog series wherein I write about an incident or a moment in a short paragraph. It’s not a story, but just a short description to express and explore the most common joys and also the uncommon miseries.)