"Why are you going away?", Aarit asked me.
"There is a point where we should stop, there is a point where going forward might taint everything we have or it would be nice to say we had between us," I paused and looked at his face once again unable to decide whether it is a right thing to do or not but continued, "and I believe that today is that day where we should stop, not go forward and call it day. Let the memories stay beautiful so that when we remember each other we smile."
I said and never turned to him again.
My name is Arshini and Aarit was my boyfriend. We loved each other to the extent that we never did anything stupid like slitting veins of our wrists, obviously. I believe that no one dies by slitting their veins of wrists, but they should try slitting throat.
We met at a book reading session in New York City. He was an avid writer and I was an avid reader. He was weird and I was beautiful. He was scattered and I was sophisticated. He never lied and I seldom spoke the truth. We were perfect for each other. I was getting bored sitting there and he was enjoying it like anything. I looked at him and he did not bat an eye. I broke the ice and he was well behaved to acknowledge politely. The conversation ended with us in bed over each other in all the possible manner at my place. He was two years younger to me, but the way he made love was way beyond anyone to imagine; I was 23 back then. He was good in bed, very good to be honest. And the author's name was John Green, thought you all would like to know which author's session.
He used to blog and I used to review his blogs. He was quite popular amongst the netizens. We became quite friends; yes! we became friends after making out. He was busy writing and I was just busy. We never met after 'that' and that's how we became friend because of his blogging. We chatted for long hours, discussed issues, helped each other in difficult times, but I hid something from him which eventually led to our break up, and he still is unaware why I broke up with him.
It was in a blink of eye when I recited I love you too to him, but it required a lot of courage to tell him that I was committed to someone else as well and eventually I didn't tell him that. That person too loved me and I loved him too, but it was Aarit who changed the entire equation and from then it was not that simple. I knew we were getting closer, I knew that the moment will come when he would ask for it, but I couldn't stop myself from stopping him, and when the day came I obliged. It was pure love. I was in love already but he made me feel different. We met at several places, and we made out each time we found the place and the opportunity and if we couldn't, we created the one. There was no wall or floor in the New York City which was not colored either by my palm prints, belly prints or knee prints.
I started feeling guilty. I thought of leaving Aarit, but I loved him, and thought of leaving the other person who loved me so dearly never crossed my mind. I was in a flux and it was complex than it could ever be. I had spent some of the most beautiful moments with both of them, and the fear of something would happen like this ever again made me confused. I was not able to leave neither Aarit nor the other one. And one fine day, I decided I had to make myself clear; I stopped listening to the chaos going inside my heart and started listening to it's voice, and it said something to me.
"You love Aarit, he loves you, you love the other person as well and he loves you more than you could imagine. Aarit trusts you, and the other one is an epitome of trusting anyone in times like now. You have betrayed both of them, and there is no denying that you don't love any of them, but sometimes telling the truth is the most difficult thing to do, and it may ruin all the moments you had with the person. So, just don't hurt them by telling the truth or keeping them in your lie: leave them and let the memories you shared stay beautiful because if the memories get tainted, they will haunt you for a lifetime. Let the memories stay beautiful." It emphasized on the last five words' sentence and I was relieved.
"There is a point where we should stop, there is a point where going forward might taint everything we have or it would be nice to say we had between us," I paused and looked at his face once again unable to decide whether it is a right thing to do or not but continued, "and I believe that today is that day where we should stop, not go forward and call it day. Let the memories stay beautiful so that when we remember each other we smile."
I said and never turned to him again.
My name is Arshini and Aarit was my boyfriend. We loved each other to the extent that we never did anything stupid like slitting veins of our wrists, obviously. I believe that no one dies by slitting their veins of wrists, but they should try slitting throat.
We met at a book reading session in New York City. He was an avid writer and I was an avid reader. He was weird and I was beautiful. He was scattered and I was sophisticated. He never lied and I seldom spoke the truth. We were perfect for each other. I was getting bored sitting there and he was enjoying it like anything. I looked at him and he did not bat an eye. I broke the ice and he was well behaved to acknowledge politely. The conversation ended with us in bed over each other in all the possible manner at my place. He was two years younger to me, but the way he made love was way beyond anyone to imagine; I was 23 back then. He was good in bed, very good to be honest. And the author's name was John Green, thought you all would like to know which author's session.
He used to blog and I used to review his blogs. He was quite popular amongst the netizens. We became quite friends; yes! we became friends after making out. He was busy writing and I was just busy. We never met after 'that' and that's how we became friend because of his blogging. We chatted for long hours, discussed issues, helped each other in difficult times, but I hid something from him which eventually led to our break up, and he still is unaware why I broke up with him.
It was in a blink of eye when I recited I love you too to him, but it required a lot of courage to tell him that I was committed to someone else as well and eventually I didn't tell him that. That person too loved me and I loved him too, but it was Aarit who changed the entire equation and from then it was not that simple. I knew we were getting closer, I knew that the moment will come when he would ask for it, but I couldn't stop myself from stopping him, and when the day came I obliged. It was pure love. I was in love already but he made me feel different. We met at several places, and we made out each time we found the place and the opportunity and if we couldn't, we created the one. There was no wall or floor in the New York City which was not colored either by my palm prints, belly prints or knee prints.
I started feeling guilty. I thought of leaving Aarit, but I loved him, and thought of leaving the other person who loved me so dearly never crossed my mind. I was in a flux and it was complex than it could ever be. I had spent some of the most beautiful moments with both of them, and the fear of something would happen like this ever again made me confused. I was not able to leave neither Aarit nor the other one. And one fine day, I decided I had to make myself clear; I stopped listening to the chaos going inside my heart and started listening to it's voice, and it said something to me.
"You love Aarit, he loves you, you love the other person as well and he loves you more than you could imagine. Aarit trusts you, and the other one is an epitome of trusting anyone in times like now. You have betrayed both of them, and there is no denying that you don't love any of them, but sometimes telling the truth is the most difficult thing to do, and it may ruin all the moments you had with the person. So, just don't hurt them by telling the truth or keeping them in your lie: leave them and let the memories you shared stay beautiful because if the memories get tainted, they will haunt you for a lifetime. Let the memories stay beautiful." It emphasized on the last five words' sentence and I was relieved.
