You shouldn’t love. When I saw myself in the mirror, I was looking like a cupid and I felt she was beautiful. With an arrow in her hands, white wings and looking like an angel that I once saw in my dream was fascinating for me. But I felt uncomfortable, seeing myself as a third person between them. He was happy now. I could see it in his eyes, the way he was looking at her, was as delightful as it was before when he use to look at my hazel brown eyes.
He used to touch me with his words and wrap me around them. Do you know how it feels to be comfortable with a human being? I wasn’t the cupid, why was I fooling around. Where was my favourite dress, what am I doing to myself? With all these questions craving for answers that only that man could have retorted to was aching my body and I could mumble was “ I couldn’t love”.