Love simply is.

Love Simply Is

                              Love simply is. A story

It was an evening like any other. I was sitting at my desk finishing my work when suddenly my dead phone started to ring. It was him. I wondered why was he calling me, everything between us was already over. Severed by the grim sea of traditions that has been separating lovers in my country for ages. I look at his smiling face and I wonder how many girls will be ready to swoon over him and his kind heart. A tear formed into my eyes which I swiftly blinked away into nothingness. Nothingness was what left of my once happy-childlike-sweet relationship with him. It pains me even today. I almost slide the green button and then hold it until it dies down. I realize I do not want to talk to him. I loved him, it’s in the past and we decided never to talk again, I won’t break it, not now. He broke me once, I won’t give him the same power now.

Love, once so eager to fall for the this four letter word now I ask myself what is love? What does bring except sleepless nights, anxiety and agonizing pain. People say love is happiness, the reason to live. I ask the moon as I wait for my bus, is it really? Love has never brought me happiness, it has always ended in pain. It’s the battlefield from which I return scarred no matter how hard I tried. A voice inside me whispers, “Love simply is. You loved him with all your heart once upon a time. Now, let it all go. Don’t cry anymore. Stop suffering and let’s walk on, our journey is still young.” I nod as I see a light approaching. It’s my bus.

I take a the last seat as I always do. Plugging in my ear phones I start listening to the songs I downloaded last night. It feels good to watch people and just get lost in music. Life is moving.

 

 

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  • Beautifully articulated story. Felt as if it was You and its not a fiction. Well, all the best.

    • haha no it’s not me. Thanks 🙂 I’ll continue the story soon.

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  • wow..!! 🙂
    I saw a part of myself between those lines..
    Its true..it hurts..,a lot 🙁

  • Aww. Just a lovely story. But the last paragraph is my fave part as I do this, always. 🙂 can truly truly relate. <3

    • 🙂 I am glad you liked it. I am thinking to continue this story. What you think?

  • This was such a beautiful read and well-written. So much emotion coming through, and I can relate to it so well. Love can hurt at times, and letting go of that love can be hard. I think a lot of the time we ask ourselves, how can be trust and put our faith in someone with all our heart, and then one day, we let it go – and what is left of us? Where do we go from here? Was that all a waste of time? I don’t know. But at the end of it all, we are left with lessons. And memories.

    I like to people watch a lot. Sometimes I like to pick a busy spot in the city, sit and watch people as they walk by 🙂

    • reading your last lines I felt like I am talking to myself.. I love doing that too.. Sitting or standing somewhere and watching people.. their walks, their faces conveys so much about them.

      About love.. you are so right, love is so many questions and so many answers… Sometimes just letting go and living on is painful but one has to do it… love is simply amazing but it is like fire, if it burns too hot it may hurt you, if it’s little it isn’t enough and if it burns just right it can cook up the tastiest dishes and heartiest stories… haha Love.. what to say love is immense.

      • “their faces conveys so much about them” So well said. The expression on someone’s face can give away how they are feeling in a given moment. But if they are wearing sunglasses, sometimes that makes it a bit harder to read them.

        “love is simply amazing but it is like fire…” Such a beautiful analogy and one I will remember for a while. Love, is immense. Passionate. Indescribable.

        • ditto, sunglasses makes it bit difficult to read the person since eyes are mirrors to the soul maybe? Dunno that deep but it is an amazing experience to sit and watch people. I am glad I met someone who loves doing that too. 🙂 It’s all the more fun…

          Love is 🙂 All the things and nothing. Thanks so much for taking time to think and say something.. I truly appreciate your comments. 🙂

          Have a wonderful evening.

      • “their faces conveys so much about them” So well said. The expression on someone’s face can give away how they are feeling in a given moment. But if they are wearing sunglasses, sometimes that makes it a bit harder to read them.

        “love is simply amazing but it is like fire…” Such a beautiful analogy and one I will remember for a while. Love, is immense. Passionate. Indescribable.

  • I wish a happy weekend

  • Severed by the grim sea of traditions that has been separating lovers in my country for ages.

    the simplicity of your words, is what I loved the most…
    It’s amazing how one sees beauty, even in such painful things…

    • 🙂 Thanks dear for giving attention 🙂

  • “Love simply is”. I loved that quote 🙂 It knows no limitations or partiality to whom the heart is given out to. Very spot on and accurately penned, Hemangini 🙂 Beautiful post <3

    • Thanks a lot Deepika 🙂 Truly appreciate your time and comment.

  • Beautifully written. End of love is painful, but one may emerge stronger from it. 🙂

    • ya one may 🙂 thanks for taking your time to visit me. See you

  • You are right, love is a powerful emotion – it can make or break you.
    And mulling over past and refulling things gone by and left for good often leads to pain again.
    Always do what’s best for you..
    And listening to musical and getting lost in your present than the past is the best therapy.
    Best wishes for your future 🙂

    • thanks for taking time to read my blog.. 🙂 Interesting comment.
      Best wishes for your future too. 🙂 have fun

  • They say that it’s better to have love and lost rather than to have never have loved at all. When it’s time to say goodbye, those words seem hollow. Music is my sanctuary for all matters of the heart. Lovely story! BTW, I can’t seem to find the ‘follow’ button on your blog.

    • I don’t like the idea of having loved and lost either. Unless you lose someone to nature. :/

      You can see the followers for your blog right? I must be listed there since I am following yours, just press the follow button which is right next to my name or drag up on my home page and you will see the follow button at the bottom. 🙂 Hope this helps.

      • I know that this sounds very strange, but it’s not there! I went to my followed section on the dashboard, and I clicked on other followers and found the ‘follow’ button on the bottom right of their blog. Now I’m obsessed and must find out why I can’t find it on your blog! lol

        • lol… that is weird… if you find it do tell me how you did it.

          • I logged out and visited your page and still couldn’t find it. Sigh. I’ve followed your blog by email until I can figure this out.

          • thanks Rob 🙂 For taking out your precious time to do this..

          • It was my pleasure. I had to figure it out or miss your posts. 🙂

          • 🙂 thank you so much Rob ^.^

          • I signed up to follow you by email, and then when I entered my email addy, it showed me as following you. lol Don’t ask me, as I’m so confused. The larger point is, that I’m now following you. 😀

          • lol the same happened with me yesterday! I tried and tried but couldn’t follow someone and then when I added my mail it shows “you are already following this person” … LOL some glitch maybe.

            Glad to have you on board Rob 🙂 Rock on \./

  • Lovely story. I’d like to see who life turns out for her in the days to come. 🙂

    • thanks dear. 🙂 I haven’t planned out the story or anything. Let’s see if I can come up with something.

  • Nicely written. I like the “It’s my bus” and the last paragraph.

  • Love isn’t something you find. Love is something that finds you.- Loretta Young

    So obviously you’ll have to let it go. Very nicely written. I guess fiction mostly originates from somewhere deep. Anyways, you did the right thing.