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He tries. He has never been one of the brightest among his blood, and that he understands. The calm understanding about EVERYTHING that his father has been known always for, seems to have been absent from his genes. He curses his mother for that, but never aloud.
But nonetheless, he tries.
He tries to understand this girl... this woman... this mystical creature. So petite that he is afraid that if he stepped closer she would dissipate into a million pieces. So adding to his list of inabilities with his fiancee is fear. He is afraid.
How can one not be? She is so goddamn fragile.
She is pale. She is frail.
She is calm. She is his personal balm for every poisonous concoction the world has thrown at him.
But still. He is completely useless when it comes to reaching her.
So he does what he thinks he can do best.
He gazes at her. From afar.
He watches and wonders, will she ever be his completely?
Will he ever understand her completely?
Will she ever love him the way he does?
No. She shouldn't love him the way he loves her. His love is an all consuming inferno. And he has been burning in it for years. Even enjoying the flames crawl under his skin and has even embraced the fire.
He doesn't think she is capable of being alive in the fire of this love.
But then, he cannot help but just gaze at her like something unreachable. Something he cannot take his attention away from. Something that captivates him. Mesmerizes him. Holds his being as if he is a moth and she his eternal flame.
He has been burning. He smiles sarcastically.
His moon.
-Dedicated to the jodi I have sadly fallen in love with. Poonam and Laakhan.
But nonetheless, he tries.
He tries to understand this girl... this woman... this mystical creature. So petite that he is afraid that if he stepped closer she would dissipate into a million pieces. So adding to his list of inabilities with his fiancee is fear. He is afraid.
How can one not be? She is so goddamn fragile.
She is pale. She is frail.
She is calm. She is his personal balm for every poisonous concoction the world has thrown at him.
But still. He is completely useless when it comes to reaching her.
So he does what he thinks he can do best.
He gazes at her. From afar.
He watches and wonders, will she ever be his completely?
Will he ever understand her completely?
Will she ever love him the way he does?
No. She shouldn't love him the way he loves her. His love is an all consuming inferno. And he has been burning in it for years. Even enjoying the flames crawl under his skin and has even embraced the fire.
He doesn't think she is capable of being alive in the fire of this love.
But then, he cannot help but just gaze at her like something unreachable. Something he cannot take his attention away from. Something that captivates him. Mesmerizes him. Holds his being as if he is a moth and she his eternal flame.
He has been burning. He smiles sarcastically.
His moon.
-Dedicated to the jodi I have sadly fallen in love with. Poonam and Laakhan.
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