The Idea Of Love

"You really want to know? It makes you vulnerable, Harsh. Love makes you vulnerable." she replied in exasperation. 

"Vulnerable? And how exactly?" I said as I hit the brakes as we approached the signal. 

"It's just, it makes you so much dependent on the other. Your expectations get higher every day. You start finding me in the songs you hear, in the stories that haven't been written yet and in the paintings that haven't been put on canvas yet, wondering if I'm doing the same. Slowly and gradually, a part of you starts living in me. In no time, you've made me your Horcrux."

"I, I still don't get-" 

"The idea of love will always be tainted for me, Harsh. You have to start accepting that. And I think that's the thing about love most people choose to ignore- It's extraordinary in a very ordinary way." she said with her eyes locked on me. 

She had a stone face for the rest of the ride. She got bitter every time I try to talk to her about this.  We finally reached her office building. Without saying a word, she got out of the car. 

She leaned over the car window, gazed at me for a few seconds and turned away and started walking. I saw sympathy in her eyes. She's always been a complicated person. It's weird how she fears to make anyone or anything her Horcrux. What she isn't privy to is that just like Harry Potter was the Horcrux Lord Voldermort never meant to make, we all have Horcruxes that we never planned on making, don't we? 

I see her walking through the side mirror. It's funny how it says- 'Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear.'