Time and again, People told me , I was lucky to have him.He made me feel special.Deep inside, I wud ask myself , if he was lucky to have me. I wud reply wryly, "If its not for me , he wud have been lucky ".I wud shower him with gifts, when all he wanted was my time.He thought I would love him like a mother. Not until I decided to be with him, I realised, he no longer wanted me. Maybe he had learnt to survive my absence.
Now I dont mean anything to him, not more than just a visitor glancing at him from the distance unreachable.
But I was not a visitor anymore. I wanted him badly. I neared him, took his arms in mine, but he pulled away.I was hurt badly.I couldnot handle the anger and the hatred in his voice. Love takes its time to unveil and time wud heal everything, I consoled myself. And the wait seemed to last forever. I lost my hope of winning him back. I thought , if I m sweet , he might like me.I knew his demands were weird, nevertheless I always budged. Understandably , he never regarded me like before. I was no longer special.
After quite sometime, I gathered the courage to tell him his demands were weird, and I would leave him. He was shocked to hear me.And I could see the anger on his face,but this time ,it was out of Love. I could see the pain in his eyes, what he had been through waiting for me...Tears rolled down my cheeks, I loved him so. He was in my arms weeping. I patted him, gently promising," I wont leave you, my son. Not ever..!".