Of His and Her:7

Coming to the locked door from work was what she always hated. But no, this wasn’t at all what she was sad about today.

It was almost close to a week that both of them had not talked to each other. Entering her rented apartment, she thought maybe this time it was over forever. They had broken up so many times so far that she had even lost the count. But they would soon be back together after an hour or a movie or a weekend’s break. But not this time. She opened the patio drapes and allowed the golden – orange setting sun colors come in. She missed all the evenings which they had spent watching the sun set over a cup of coffee and conversations. But, there was something about the setting sun she did not like. It always made her heart sink. She loved to see the rising sun though. He would snap back saying “what’s the difference –the colors are still the same?

That’s what their problem was. They had very few similarities and hated each other’s differences. She wondered how they could even get together at first place.

Sipping her coffee all alone she was even more determined not be the one to say a sorry first this time which she always did. She didn’t want to take the sole ownership or burden  ,so to say , of their relationship. It was his responsibility too. Because lately she had begun to feel that she was imposing herself on him.

“You are too young to decide what you want in life. Make mistakes, get over and move on “was what others had advised her to do. And she concurred. They spent most of their time arguing with each other or proving each other wrong. It was all very complicated. Very entangled. They were too involved, too possessive, and too jealous all at the same time. The new city and the new jobs added to the pressure. College was much fun.

Coming back to present, she realized that this time their relationship was over. It was her who had suggested the breakup for all the obvious reasons. But in reality, it was very tough. Maybe just because she was too used to him. But all said and done, her every single day spent without talking to him made her feel hollower inside.

She knew it was too late to call him up and say a sorry like all other times … it was almost a week. And then her resolution! She wondered why could not she have a beautiful –touchwood relationship with him like all others.

She heard the birds chirping and realized that it was close to getting dark. She better get up and prepare her dinner. She slept thinking, worrying and crying all alone with wet cheeks on a moist pillow.

Next day morning-

She opened the door even before the sunrise to Him, who was impatiently ringing the bell.

Her: “Who’s this? “without opening the door.

Him: “Who else would it be? “

Her: “What are you doing here this early?” with the door still closed adding “and btw if you do not remember, we have broken up “

Him: “Do you want me to take it seriously? And do you think I would? “

Her: “Then what took you so long? “

Him: “Will you please open the door first. “

And then she finally opened the door and saw him after a week. Her eyes filled with tears seeing His warm, comforting face. And she felt a lot better just seeing him.

Without wasting another moment, he quickly started the conversation “Look at you, you are a mess without me. I was waiting for you to say sorry …!! But now I know, it’s not only about the sunsets... it’s about the sunrises too. And I don’t want to miss today’s …!”

She was stumped to hear this from him and smiled back knowing that they were going to have a lot more breakups in the years to come!!!