There Was Us

“Not everything is suppose to come true
Some words are best unsaid
Some love is not really love at all
I'll keep everything I shared with you
And that's enough
There's Us”

She cuddled up to him. “And?”
“And, I like lemon cake”
“And…tell me things that you like about me!”
“Umm… this nose?” He giggled.
“Uhu..no, something real”
“These teeth” And he kissed her mouth.
“Aww..no! something serious”
“These cheeks”
“Things about me…you know”
“Umm…is there any?” He joked
“I hate you!”
“I know, I see that”
She smiled. She hated him. Loved him. Madly.
“ Don’t leave me again”
“I won’t”
“I want to sleep on this chest forever.. you know” She smiled and bit her lips. He stroked her hair, and caressed her face.
“I know. But I don't want you to sleep forever...my arms will go numb.Also we both need to go to work..in less than 5 hours?”
"You are horrible..goodnight!"
He held her tightly and kissed her on her forehead. “You know what I like about you?”
“What?”
“When you cuddle up to me and sleep like this. You look so happy”
She liked waking up next to him. She liked the early morning kisses and love making. She liked making breakfast for him, thought she didn’t know much other than sandwiches. She liked picking out his dress for him. She loved him.
And he loved her. Or so it seemed.

She liked coming home early. His home. And now her lipstick was on the bathroom shelf. The cupboard was half full of her clothes. The shoe stack had her sneakers and stilletoes,jumbled with his. The side table had her phone charger, ipod, her perfume bottles and his camera. There were times he would be off for a couple of days. She would sleep in the unmade bed, where they had made love the night before, miss him. She would wear his T shirt which would smell of him, miss him before dozing off to sleep.He would come back. The bed all made, the food all ready. And there would be the pretty girl at the door. And then the kiss. The perfect love story.

They belonged to each other. Like that perfect couple they walked down the street holding hand, stopping and kissing, driving to the Cooney Island, talking nights away. Getting drunk, fighting and falling in love all over again.

to be continued