Yes. Perhaps. ...after all.

Fickle minded, thought she. Was it?

Sometimes the answer is so obvious. Everyone sees it. And so did she. But she did not stop hovering over the question. Because the answer she got was the one she always dreaded. And she kept looking for the answer that suited her best. Then, she started living a lie. A lie, that camouflaged every second considering her mental state.

Yes. Perhaps. Fickle minded after all.

Stable, thought she. Was it?

The lips aren’t excessively glossy. The eyes are not red and do not need the perfect shade to hide the puffiness. The dark circles did find their way to smudge with the skin without any shimmering beige. The blush was thrown away as the cheeks colored themselves with the natural shade of pink. The brow finely plucked with the hair let down. The laughter added the final tint to the face and the roving eye did not wander. For once, she stopped living the lie and embraced the truth which after all wasn’t as dreadful as she thought.

Yes. Perhaps. Stable after all.

Lust, thought she. Was it?

The hair was messed up. The eyes were mysterious but beautiful. The long crooked nose had a hint of arrogance. The lips were tempting and the smile was charming even to the gloomiest of the souls. With the moustache and beard neatly trimmed, handsome was the face with the complementary cuteness. The broad masculine shoulder shaping the perfect chest made way to the apt inches. Sigh. The unsaid words that slithered through the smile were unveiled by the naked eyes.

Yes. Perhaps. Lust after all.

Love, thought she. Was it?

The eyes made way to the naked soul. The smile captured the timid heart. The flaws were seen but not rejected. Acceptance healed the emotionally damaged. The fear of judgment was long lost. Casual laughter then echoed. The comforting silence was shared and the careless whispers of being together in the present moment filled the room for insecurities. No oaths taken, no commitments made, no freedom denied, only a mutual understanding of desiring to be together prevailed. And for once, the rakes slept.

Yes. Perhaps. Love after all.

Source- Google.