Cheers To Them. :)

My life is morose, with pain that isn't much excruciating and well, it’s mundane, with monotony that can be done away with, by just a single day in the sun.

So I’ll tell you their story today.
They had been in love for as long as I had known her.
Three years is not a joke. Specially, during a time when your heart yearns for true romance and mind lets itself be over ruled, finding someone who compliments you in unimaginable ways is bliss.
He had let the bygones be bygones.
She had a life before him, but to him life then could only be with her.
You know, acceptance is the best form of screaming into someone’s ears and reaching directly to the soul that you’ll not judge them for what had happened and you’ll love them for the way they are.

Three years passed. It took some time, then this happened.
They weren't in love anymore.
That was the first time I saw both of them together, and I am wounded by the thought that I had to witness them in the worst of their moods and the lowest of the lows any relationship can ever see.
His eyes were angry over some lies, or maybe they weren't lies? Everybody has a life to live, but then, there were some truths that she hid, both from the rest and from him.

Her eyes were unrepentant. She couldn't understand why she had to explain interactions to him, when he knew he meant the world to her!
By the end of the conversation, she was tired; too worn-out to carry forward something that had to go through so much of distress.

Pieces that are shattered are harder to put back than paying a little and getting a new one. Right ?

A year passed, and Life moved on. She offered her compassion to people she wouldn’t have had otherwise and he indulged, in substances that he felt to be uplifting.
What both of them had in the back of their minds, and maybe not revealing to me was that they were still unsure about their existence without one another.

Then they met again. And again. I witnessed the transformation from love, to hate, to this strange passion, or lust, or maybe love… whatever it was, This time it was intense.
There was this desire in both of them, to control one another yet there was this reluctance to give themselves another chance.

They had been in love, at some point of time.
The last time that we met, It was a memory that never fades and yet, a memory I know nothing of completely.
I was scarcely sober and hideously high, and the only thing I remember is the way he looked into her eyes.
Maybe he felt I was too occupied to notice, but they were in love. You don’t need concentration or consciousness to know that. You can feel it when two people look at each other. The souls rip into million pieces and transform to one. That’s love.
And when she said that she had to go, He asked her when they would meet next. She said she didn't know.
They still were in love, at this point of time, they tried their best to not let it show.

He called me up today, She asked him to.She knows I have been tensed over matters that are driving me insane. Frankly, talking makes me feel better. Today as well, it did. He sounded strange. Happy. Different. I joked whether they had met again, because He would get infuriated whenever I’d ask them to get back together.
He said something; I don’t remember what he said. But he did not give me an answer.

He let the bygones be bygones again.
She tells me now.

They are in love.
They were always, in love.