What was she willing to give up for love ?
She had nearly given up everything for it.
She often said to herself that she was too young then.
But in her heart of hearts, she knew that she still will, even today.
She had always been reticent to speak about it, even think about it. Remembering the love without the grief had been quite a task. The loving, the crashing and burning, all are intertwined in her mind. Almost a decade has passed since the event, but that grief still calls a part of her heart its own.
She used to be a romantic. As years passed, it gave way to cynicism, bit by bit, until she didn’t know where her skin ended and her sarcasm began. It seems almost like a cliché, a girl with solid upbringing, dreams of unicorns and rainbows and princes, kisses toads only to know that in real life, there are no princes, just you pulling yourself up by the bootstraps, trying to stay afloat.
And then he asked, ‘Do you believe in love ?’
She answered, ‘Yes’.
‘What kind of love ?’
‘That which smolders forever’.