Broken... But Not Into Pieces

My visions blurred staring at his last "beating red heart". It's been a year since the last time we talked. Yet my "Come back" didn't even get a double tick throughout this year. All my pleadings and apologies were left unread... unreached... 

Probably he was still upset with me I thought, I sighed. "Palak". I looked up, Hardin was patting my head. "A year" I exhaled. "Is it long? Long enough to...." I looked away wondering in midway. Under the bright moonlight, I observed, the horizon, the never-ending sea met the ever-expanding blues. He didn't bother for me to complete and said "No". The cold breeze touched my bare shoulders, sending down a shiver. I looked up at him, while being wrapped in his fluffy Tommy Hilfiger coat. The warmth in his eyes gave me my ultimate acceptance. "Tell me... Don't you feel, you deserve better? After all, you can always go for being someone's first love. Hardin." I sighed leaning on his shoulder. 

"It's been a year he left me.. the last time I met him was here.... That night, that call from hospital..". "He was speeding.. they said. The most important person in my life left me, taking away all my dreams, my hopes, .. a part of me with me. A part of me died within as my heart shattered in pieces." I looked up to meet his eyes, as deep as the ocean, shining through his lashes under the moonlight. "Tell me Hardin. Is a year-long enough for him to forget me? Is it long enough for me to search for the missing me? These broken pieces would hurt you, might give you scars ..for long "

"Palak, a year is never long enough. Yet it is plenty for me to fall in love with you over and over again. He must be wishing the same - to see you smile. Those broken pieces makes you the Chinese gold vase." he paused. "As dark as I'm, I promise you to gather up all your broken fragments to fix it back in your heart of glass" and pulled me in his armoured embrace. Tears of joy rolled as I realised, I found my new solace, my new safe place, maybe I can start to search a new me to complete the broken one..... or.... maybe I don't need to.. cause he is enough to complete me. I cuddled into his warmth and wondered "Who told true love happens only once?"