Microtale 6

“He is not the one for you” , her grandmother told her while opening door for her.

She could feel her temper rising, ” How can you say that ?”

The old lady took a seat next to her ” Tell me, did he ever try to surprise you?,

Is he possessive ?

Does he value your presence?”

Her mind bell rang a big NO .

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The last string

Where did we go wrong?

Could I not give you enough love?

Or did you never feel it for me?

When did we start diverging?

Was it a month back ?

Or did you never give into me ?

Was there no apathy?

What if I stop calling and sending those texts?

What if I stop holding the last string between us?

Will you tie it up for us ?

Will you give us a chance ,when we need it?

I’m not sure about it anymore.

Unsaid words

Had you stopped me once, I wouldn’t have left,

I wish you would turn back, you could my tears,

A simple “how are you “? is not that tough-

I didn’t ask for gifts, a bit of your care would be fine,

But I knew that would never be coming from you,

You were happy once your needs were seen to,

How I wish you would love me, the way I loved you,

My face is called pretty by the masses,

None think of loving it, they know I can manage,

It’s not always possible to manage alone,

How I wish you would hold my hand forever.