Solace In Your Arms

It was a mundane Wednesday afternoon. The clock struck three, and I still wasn’t content after spending three long hours with you. Long, because you make my time standstill, you know that well. My puffy cheeks, awkwardly mute lips and fiddling with a mobile made way for you, to earnestly ask, “What has happened? Tell me, openly.”

And it was half past three now. I tied my hair back, cushioned on the bed and looked up at you with hopeful eyes; I knew you wouldn’t refuse, ever. You stood there with a cheeky smile, glistening eyes; arms spread wide and said, ”Come here!”. And there I lay in your arms, unarmed and for the first time, I felt the pounding of your heartbeats, strongly.

I’ve never felt that strong a beat before. You told me I was a good friend whom you converse all the time. You told me you like me but never felt strongly. You told me your pieces are too shattered to make even a scoop for my love. You told me, you didn’t want to hurt me. I was sure we would end one day but you still said, I will be broken more. Then why did I feel your cheeky smiles, glistening eyes, and those arms betrayed what you said? Why did I feel that somewhere you were deeply longing for this moment too?

I hugged you, you kept asking, “What happened?” What did you want to hear that time? I was too blank to process anything. Emotions were rushing, my heart pumped faster to keep up with the love you made me feel. You didn’t leave then. We stood there, in bliss! Me in your arms, you in mine! You gave me a peck on the cheek and said I was a nice girl. Were you saying you love me for that? It was more than enough I could ask for. It was more than enough I dreamt about. I was being loved by you then like the most loved girl on earth. You didn’t leave me then.

I could see all in the twinkles, the breath, the vibes. You weren’t doing just cause I craved love. Were you? You didn’t leave me then. You asked again, “What happened?”, and you kept asking that. I kept smiling shyly, hesitant to meet your eyes but loved the comfort of your arms. My waist never felt an embrace purer than that.

“Nothing, there is nothing to say. Don’t do this. I’ll end up kissing you.” How could I kiss you? I was a ‘nice girl’. How could I make love with you? I had got more than I asked for.

It was quarter to four now and your lips were touching mine. From countable seconds to uncountable ones, we kept making love. And for the last time, you asked, “What happened?” You knew all, the kiss, the embrace, the desires, the fears, the cravings and my love. And you let me go this time. But why? You knew all. We could’ve stayed a little longer. Now, can I ask you? Can we make love again? Can I feel that heartbeat, again? Maybe you can make a scoop for my love then.