But, I Still Love Her
But, I Still Love Her3 mins 369 3 mins 369
I still remembered that day. It was the first day of our college. I was sitting in the auditorium and waiting for the induction program to begin. Then she entered the auditorium. For me, time was just stopped. She was wearing a white top and black denim. I haven't seen any angel in real but for me, she was just a replica of it. A girl with a beautiful face and with a beautiful smile. I got her number through WhatsApp group and start chatting through WhatsApp.
In a few days, we have connected so much. We came so close to each other. We both knew that it wasn't only friendship and something more than that was going between us. Finally one day she proposed me and without giving a second thought I have accepted her proposal. Our relationship was going so good. In her smile, I have seen something more beautiful than the stars. When she used to sit beside me in the evenings to see sunsets I found something more beautiful than those sunsets in her eyes. I was her walking FM and she was my silent listener. Those walks under one umbrella in rainy evenings have made our relationship so romantic. I never used to sleep without seeing her face through video calling at night. She has become my heartbeat, my shadow, my guide, my everything. She was an irreplaceable part of mine.
But somehow many things went wrong between us. Many things got changed. We were fighting even for small things. The issues that can be easily solved through talking but we have never tried that. As a result, we broke up.
But she is still alive in every bit of me. I still miss her so much. Those roads, those places, those rainy evenings, those sunsets everything reminds me of her. During the late hours of studying, I hold the cup of coffee in my hand and look through the mirror, just to realize, she is still fresh in my mind. When the rain falls, it makes me remember of her like anything because we have spent some moments in heavy rain which I won’t be able to forget. She was the one, who was responsible for producing oxytocin in my body as no one did and that’s the only reason, I couldn’t love anyone so far, like not even close. Some people don’t leave you emotionally, despite leaving you physically. Her cheeks, her eyes, her lips, and her tiny hands remind me of everything which I don’t have now.
Maybe I am saying that I have moved on but my heart is still waiting for her.
But.. I still love her.