Lived by her…

He was devoid of his basic needs. He could do without food, water, clothes or anything that to a common man was necessary, but as they say no one is fully independent. He was dependent too, dependent on her and it was not just her, he was dependent on her fragrance, her touch, her voice, her love, her support. He loved everything about her, even her tantrums were amusing to him. Her wishes small or big, reasonable or unreasonable were his small- big ambitions. Buying her gifts had become his favorite hobby. He had started to love shopping and she has started to love sports. He was so used to her being around. Fragrance of her hair, delicate aroma wafting around the room. His eyes always appeared mesmerized, and everyone knew the reason, he had been taking in too much of that sweet lavender fragrance of her. He was stoned by that scent.

He could be calmed just by her touch. Her smoothness was unmistakable, satin couldn’t hoodwink him. Her touch was his constant companion calming him, soothing him. Her voice was a song; He heard it for hours but couldn’t get enough of it. The canary was no competition to her. Well, the voice wasn’t sweet all the time for sure but yeah! It was lovely always.

He was used to walking with his arms around her, anyone watching could not tell who was supporting who but they both knew each of them was supporting the other, for they both knew they missed a part of themselves when they were not around each other. They shared everything together, all joys, all sorrows, all joys, all troubles, all successes, and all failures. Calls, SMS’s, mails….whatever the means they were always there for each other.

They lived on each other. Feasting on their love for each other and thriving on it. They were perfect when they were together. They felt the need to be together and to hold each other. If there was passion or magic anywhere, it was their love that was the existing proof. They drank by each other.

Well, most of what they shared is inexplicable, it was magical and passionate. As time flew by no one noticed and before he could know it was over. Gone without a trace…… and he was clueless as to what had happened. He tried to salvage, whatever was left but it all slipped away. The more he tried to hold on to it, more it slipped and was lost, like sand…..it slipped away.

It’s true he was dependent on her and when it all slipped away; everyone said that he would learn to live without her and all this living by her crap would go away. Well, to admit the truth, he did learn to live without her, but where everyone went wrong was when they said he would stop living by her, that my friends never happened. He lived by her memories and his imagination. Call these hallucinations or his imaginations but yes, he has been with her since then…call him a fool because he never stopped living by her.