Stranger

"Who is he?", Priya asked. 

Meera looked at her best friend a little flabbergasted and perhaps a bit fearful. But the warmth on her face and the concern in Priya's eyes put her at ease.

"Is it that obvious?", she asked looking away at the endless stretch of wildflowers in front of them. 

"I wish I could be like them, free.", Meera said.

"I have never seen you so very distraught and conflicted, as though, you have put up a fight, a struggle with your very existence.", Priya expressed her concern for Meera. It was true, she had never seen Meera so lost within her mind ever before. 

"Can I tell you the truth?" , Meera asked her. Her only wish was to convince herself of the truth under the pretext of telling Priya.

"Only if you

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wish to.", Priya did not want to distress her best friend further, she knew when not to pry. That's what Meera like about her the most.

"He had been there." Meera smiled, remembering the wonderful nitty gritty of her time with him.

"He had loved me like no one else ever had. He had captured my heart and he still has those reigns, but we let go each other. Not because we do not love each other, but because, we simply cannot not end up together. And this has torn apart my soul. The very fact that he shall never ever be mine."

Just then, a lone tear escaped Meera's eye. She did not wish to wipe it away. She was letting it go. She was letting him go. She was consoling her heart-broke soul to see him as a stranger again. Seeing her soulmate as a stranger again.