Aadya Pandey

I thought I was loyal enough to get back your loyalty. All I wanted was your sincerity, just for a moment maybe?

His eyes. Shiny brown eyes trying to convey a thousand emotions, his struggles and the crooked story of his life behind that perfect personality. I admire him very much, the glare of his eyes meeting my pupils, pulling me towards him, seemed much more than admiration, much more close to love.

And I cling on to false hope that he'd change someday, that I'd get to meet him again soon. It's already been 4 years. All I do now is sew back the patches of our memories and live through it again.

He never realised that she loved him. And just like that the years passed, making her the happiest with just a phone call which gradually stopped. It requires a lot of patience you know, to be able to wait for a person. And when you finally meet them again, you realise it's already time to say goodbye.