Uncertainty, Life, Love and an unending wait

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She was selfish. She wanted importance and attention from him, and of course, he gave it all to her. He was totally smitten with her. But still it couldn’t make her happy. Don’t know why she yearned for more. Every time he tried, it irritated her, if he didn’t, it hurt her. Maybe she was bipolar.


She loved him. She tried her best, but it often happened that she used to lose interest mid way. She adored him. He was her only confidante; she never talked to anyone about anything but him. She admired his patience with her, but she still feigned interest in his talks. Maybe she was confused.


It was long since they were together now. She used to think about future. Sometimes he was in it with her, sometimes he wasn’t. They argued about it. It used to lead to a few days of going without talking, but then they used to miss each other. Things were forgiven and forgotten. They would come back to normal. She would still love him. Maybe she was attached a lot to him.


People used to talk about them. They wanted to know more. She had a talk with him about it and the result took it nowhere. He was a private person. She, on the other hand, liked to flaunt what was hers. They were complete opposite in that case. That’s what she liked about them. He enjoyed that she was his, but he enjoyed his privacy more. She was trying to learn to respect it. Maybe he was not sure enough.


He was a hard working man, a man of many talents. She was so much attracted to his flair. Their interests were common. They always had ample to talk about. He was trying his best to establish himself to a bigger platform. This sometimes made him depressed. He was afraid he was not going to achieve what he wanted. Maybe he was frustrated with his present situation.


They fought almost about everything. Their arguments knew no boundaries. He used to win a few of them but she defeated him most of the times. Couple of times it reached to no conclusions which made them go for the truce flag. So many times the discussions used to reach about ending everything and start afresh, but no one used to take a step forward and actually end it. Maybe they truly loved each other.


Life was full of uncertainties for both of ‘em. Both were fighting their own demons. They didn’t know what it had in store for them together in future. They had to win their battles and come out victorious to stay put in this race. But they knew they were not alone in it. They had each other, at every step, at every stop. It was just that one thing they were entirely sure about. Who knows maybe they would win someday.



I would like to wait and watch for the outcome.

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