We all search for the one – the ‘one’ who would someday end the constant emotional crisis we have been a victim of. And in that pursuit we turn our heads and checkout that beautiful thing that just flew past us, twice or sometimes beyond the point of being decent. Our heart secretly nurses a desire for her to look back and look through us, for her to know the kind of man you have been, for her to just know the depth of this silent lake in a moonlit dream.
And when she looks back at you with a hint of smile, you can feel your chest go light, it’s like there is something inside it that wants to fly and you can feel it fluttering, and strangely this desire to fly becomes contagious and your whole body has a sudden urge to burst and decimate into specks, you imagine these specks as little birds that can fly, these little parts of yours’ spread and fly towards her, some get tangled in her mysterious locks and some fortunate ones get lost in her eyes, some trickle down her dark beautiful skin all the way to her fingers and then wrap them around her hand and when the desire to be with her gets even stronger now that you are close to her, these little parts of yours’ resting on her hand take form of hand; your hand and a chain reaction kicks in where every little part reunites and becomes you again.
The desire to be there beside her and look straight into her brown eyes again pushes the walls of your heart against your chest, and if you are not careful, it will break open and leave with her, you have to make sure that you don’t look at her again when she smiles because it would mean that you no longer will possess your own flirtatious heart, if only it was that easy, she folds her lips and with a curious look in her eyes breaks into the most magnificent curve you have ever seen and lo! There goes your smitten heart.
You break apart, while you watch the void where used to be a heart! She gently begins to leave, while you disintegrate and when she had left with your treacherous part, you know, She had left you sans a heart!
You can draw an outline with the smell of her perfume, mix it up with the pieces of you that linger and be one with her till it all comes to an end, till a certain doom.