He understands the word ‘as well.’
Like very few, he left most important things to destiny. Or as they say to the chance… He wasn’t the rounder who would let himself land up in a mess and wait on the river card to be drawn to decide his fate. But he did wait for destiny to play its last hand.
They met by chance and he believed if they were to meet again, they would anyways. At a stage in life we all feel ‘we’ve been there and have done that’ and he didn’t want to fight that feeling but he didn’t mind waiting until the chips fell where they were supposed to. He ran into her again and surprisingly they kicked off just as well. He treasured her smile just as much she loved his presence.
Coming closer to each other is the journey unfortunately each individual has to cover with their own vehicle, driven by their will and fuelled with emotions and commitment. He could see her balancing act of managing her feet on wobbly stones with her hand stretched out. But by then he had already jumped into the lifeboat with just the bare minimum.
Time passed, days gave way to the weeks and weeks to the months. She found her land; her hand was still stretched out but out of obligation. All he had were stormy waters and she now asked for mountains. He didn’t want to lean on until the fall. And he chose not to.
He didn’t utter those three magical words even as he walked her home for the last time. He made a pact that night, never to lean on, never to mention it what he whole heartedly meant, not until she read it and destiny heard it.
Wise people could break the rule and call it an exception and get away with it. However, even today as he heard from her after ages, even a person as insane as him couldn’t be a traitor to break the pact. Could he be?
Neo
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