They met after ten years, almost accidentally.
He thought she was as beautiful as ever. He had loved her; but he was too timid to even talk to her. Many a time he had provoked himself to express his feelings; he had even rehearsed his words. But every time his courage had failed him in her presence.
She felt attracted to him, once again. How many times she had wished that he would make some effort to approach her. But her wish had remained unfulfilled.
‘It’s a beautiful place; been a long time; I was away and travelling most of the time,’ he felt surprised at himself. Even now he found it difficult to talk to her.
‘They created it out of nowhere. Where did you finally settle? Married?’ she cursed herself for asking such a personal question.
‘Yes,’ he blurted, not knowing why he had lied.
She looked at him; he thought she had caught his lie.
‘And you?’ he asked suppressing his anger.
‘Me too,’ she too lied.
They went on their ways; thinking of the love that they had nurtured in their hearts in those distant days when they were young and innocent.
A post for Sunday PhotoFiction on a picture prompt.
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