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.
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