Seven years and uncountable memories later, she saw him walk down the road. He couldn't see her. He was busy walking. Looked like he was in a rush. Aahana smiled to herself. How many days had it been since they'd last talked?
She still remembered every single moment spent with him. She remembers the fights, the stupid jokes and the tears. She remembers the smiles they'd shared, the laughs,the hugs, the kisses, the walk together on a rainy day. She remembers how the moments had love smeared all over them.
"Does he even remember me?" she wondered.
Aahana remembered the last time they spoke to each other.
"I'll tell you what! I get the fuck out of your life and you get the fuck out of mine."
And then the engaged tone on the speaker.
She remembers asking herself - How many times does the heart break till it completely stops healing?
With a love like that, no matter how much mess it makes, it still reeks of magic. She knew she had to stop believing in magic, her friends told her. They thought she ought to know that well because she was "not a kid anymore." Ahaana smiled. She remembers him asking her to "shut up..you talk too much." She remembers how he then leaned in to kiss her and smirk. "If you keep talking, I know how to shut you up woman." God those afternoons. They still warm her up, make her smile in a way no one ever saw. Only the luckiest people, who've had a love like that would get the drift. Passion, love and smiles all mixed in one big cocktail of memories.She remembers how he'd keep telling her that he was hurt. Telling her how she's definitely less hurt and better off than him. "You'd never understand me woman. The kind of hurt I am, you won't get it. You're happy, with your friends and the parties.."Aahana smiled. She noticed a tear rolling down. Every damn time! Even after a decade, the heart still feels like its breaking for the first time. Shattered all around the lungs, making it difficult to breathe.I hope you're happy, she prayed. Like she did, every day..every moment..every passing second.No sympathies, no excuses. Because with a love like that, sorries just make it worse."The rumours flew, but nobody knew how much she blamed herself."She'd never get over him. And she never planned to. He was the story of her life. He was the story she'd tell her daughter about in a few years. Because love stories like that deserved to be heard. And known. Because 'they' were her favourite love story. Because, no matter how much you try, the first time you fall in love, you can never forget.Whiskey lullaby-s to carnivals of rust, she still remembered every February like it was her first. And she planned to cling on to them like it was the last bottle of oxygen in her life.Because no matter what, a love like that deserves to survive,even if in the form of happy tears and magic memories.
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