It is not a love story. In fact, it’s barely even a story. You get bored thinking about it on a regular basis and feel the tiniest bit of guilt in the pit of your stomach when someone asks you to retell it. It’s just bad. There’s no structure and there’s no real beginning and the middle is a clusterfuck and did The End actually happen already? and you’re still too emotionally involved to tell it well and you’re also trying too hard to pretend that you couldn’t care any less, so your delivery is awful and you stutter at certain points and you mix up words and this is exactly why you write things for a living because it’s so much easier to hide behind.
They met at school, and were entirely awkward around each other. This awkwardness spilled over in every area of life, and made things seem redundant. There was brief touching of hands, fingers interlinked, and eyes glazing over as they stared deep into each other’s eyes. There was that brief moment when they felt they could actually look deep into each other’s eyes, and see the soul. The soul. Two words with so much loaded significance, but yes, the soul.
Work was forgotten in entanglements of the sensory kind. They craved to have a glimpse of each other, even in trying circumstances. Nights and days were forgotten, and blended into each other in a long, forbidden frenzy. There was ripples of forbidden magic in the air, but they were threatened to be drowned out by the clamour of voices in the background – loud voices, but voices which did not say anything, just stuttered and muttered and flailed around, complementing the voices inside their heads.
Their touch was just one part, it was the love that bound them that was free-spirited, sweet, and sublime, it overturned stereotypes and permeated through walls, both man-made and natural. Inchoate longing echoed through walls, and sweet elements of tidal energy flowed through them. Love was a euphemism to describe the energy that flowed through their beings.
Well, things started on that note but did not continue for long. Circumstances tore them apart, and this time, it was a long separation. The thing is: did they have the kind of love to break the power of those circumstances? That, my friends, is the question which was not answered yet, could not be. Life was hard to them.