They loved each other. He knew. She didn’t know it, yet. As they kissed for the last time, she felt a strange kind of sadness and he didn’t know what would be the right thing to say. He locked his arms around her, trying to comfort her and they stood that way for a while. They finally decided to head home. She hurried ahead of him, afraid someone might spot them together. He probably sensed her fear and said, “Its Friday, the 13th, you know!” and then looked down and mumbled “What if, something bad happens..”. She turned her head to him and without thinking for a moment replied, “God loves me too much! This is the last time I am meeting you. He can’t be so cruel to me.”. Not a believer of the higher power but he looked at her with a reassuring smile. As they parted at the junction of the two diverging paths, he pulled her in, one last time. He said “Good luck!”. She tried her best to give him the smile that use to lighten up his day once upon a time and said “Thank you!”. They began to walk away from each other and she turned around to look back at him once more, she always did. As she watched him disappear round the corner, she walked home trying to analyse her feelings. She still didn’t understand it because she never thought it would end. What went wrong, you ask? He didn’t have the strength to fight for her. She couldn’t love him fearlessly.
Years later, when she thinks about it, she knows. But its too late. She wanted to stop him that day. She wanted to be with him that day She wanted to stay with him for the rest of her days. She wanted to hold onto that moment a little longer. She wishes she had told him then. Someday, maybe they will figure it out! Maybe, then they would have learnt their flaws and together could be each others’ strength to be happy and complete.