SORRY-WRONG FORUM

Addicted

It was quite evident perhaps even the him,but as they say, it's less complicated if sometimes we keep things unanswered. He had confessed to her...at least in his own way...but there was a slow building emotion which he didn't want to know about. He had met Cabir in order to set things right. But life had opened up even deeper, submerging him in the pathos of complexities he knew not how to delve out from.

Disappointment could have been tolerable, but helplessness was an agony burning his soul. And then everything happened without his knowing. By the time he had understood his actions, they were completed. He had messaged her, asked her to meet him. And for the first time he got a hint of his addiction. He had never appealed to logic, in areas concerned with her. She called to an innate being within him on whom he had no hold. She was a prayer to his parched heart, a lullaby to his mind...a balm to his soul...

And yet again she was the fire in his eyes...the vigor in his veins...the throbbing of his pulses. He needed her...and she was his to take. Once he had mentioned "I don't care about your chacha chichi...I will meet you" and he had indeed done that. He should have known that time. Alas! the tricks of his heart...but now it's as true as his existence. She was his-that's all.