The Man I Love

a hole inside your heart, a vaccume inside your soul, sometimes enlarges so pathetically that you try to escape every moment that brings you face to face with it. so, to fill that hole, that vaccume we restores to many devices like we hang out with stupid emptyheaded people, believing that they really care for us, that they are with us because they really want to be with us is fooling our ownself, because leaving two or three people or none, nobody cares, nobody does care about what you feel. this mirage that people we love do love us too is like hoping that one day your miseries will end forever. but here i am going to tell you about a person who has trained me to keep my world of fantasy intact and to live every bit of it.

one day, when i closed my eyes, he was there, standing. he was wearing black shirt and black trousers. his skin was in complete contrast of his shirt. his fair complexioned skin and his large, dark grey eyes that were studying my face with open amusement. it was quite strange to me. i could feel my heart pounding hard and my cheeks burning red under his foliant gaze. it seems, as if, all hidden contents were leaking and going out to him through the link of our eyes. no words did pass in that meeting, but we became friends and we kept meeting. it was beautiful to know that sometimes words means nothing, that sometimes you need not have to say anything to make another person understand. i was always curious about what he thinks about me because i had never met a person like him before. his smile is very fascinating to me, there is something in his smile - a kind of mischievous exuberance, more honest and more excited than mere happiness - that pierced me to the heart. The warmth of his hand upon my face was a delicious feast. But, suddenly my mother came,”wake up, its too late.” Again my dream was broken. Ya, it was a dream. It was a dream of a man I love which is going to be like this.