Every Bit of It

Years later, one Sunday afternoon, it's raining harshly and me sitting in the coffee shop with my laptop, fully concentrating on the words. I saw a medium figure woman came and stand in front of the table. I give her a look.

"You here?" I was totally surprised as I stand up from my chair. An accidental meeting after 3 and half years, still she looks beautiful. Maybe more than before.

Her eyes shining as it always does, still attracting, constantly gazing at me. She hugs me without saying anything! 3 and half year's had passed away without that hug and it still feels the same as it has happened for the first time. 

She sits on the opposite chair. 'How r you?' 

I started stumbling. 'I'm....I'm go....good...., How r you?' 

She smiled at that. 'I'm good too. Why you hide that from me all this years?' 

A sudden question after 3 and half years doesn't make sense. I passed a confusing look to her. 'Hide....', 

'You loved me the whole time we were at college, she said. I was avoiding eye contact with her. You did everything to make me realize except just telling that to me once, directly'. 

'We were supposed to be best friends...' 

'Are we?' She stopped me midway. Now at least you can accept the truth just for yourself. I'm not alive but still i feel your love'. 

'How?'

'Because love is immortal', she replied. 3 years ago that was the perfect time but you didn't take a step and now..., now you keep recalling me in each frames of your life'. Does it make sense?

'Nah it's not, I replied. It's break me out each time i stand in front of your grave and just regretting the moment of not telling you and letting you go'. 

'It doesn't matter now', she added. It's too late to love. 

'No..., it's not. Tears rolled down from my eyes. I loved you when you are with me without letting you know that and now when you are not with me, it impower me to love you more'. You are still alive in my heart. 

She smiled and love drops from her eyes in form of tears. 'You regret?

'Yahh.., a lot. I replied. I wish I could tell you'. 

'That you loved me?' 

'Yahh..., maybe more than that. I replied. 

Suddenly someone passed beside my table and her body hit my elbow breaking my concentration. "Sorry, she said and walked out. 

I stopped writing. No one was there on the front chair. I take out my wallet and saw the only photo of 'Rashmika' I had. She still talks to me. That smiling face. I kissed the photo. 

I smiled at her and start writing the story of my life, 'Every bit of it'.