He wasn't a lover who had promised his girl to bring the moon or the stars.
In this generation the idea of love is different. People just love the idea of ‘being in love’. Maybe, he was stuck in some other era, where love wasn't a facade.
He was a tired soul, whose heart was beating to a different rhythm. Amidst the ticking of the clock at 3am, he found himself uttering those two simple yet profound words: "Please, stay," expressing his desire for a connection that defied everything.
Was he addicted to Her ? Or may be an obsession ?
She was his painkiller. Mending the wounds of his past and breathing life into his weary soul. He was tired, very very tired. The world wasn't kind to him, but in her presence he could let his guard down. The tired eyes, embracing the beauty of vulnerability.
It was getting late. He held her hand, and lay close to her. She whispered "I'm staying". He was asleep.
While others chased after the mirage of shallow love, they had embraced the depths of their bond, diving into the uncharted territories of trust and intimacy.
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