She was a dreamer and he was a realist. He felt he was too dramatic at times, but his innocence caught her heart each time. While they sat silently under the open sky, appreciating the stars, his eyes fixed on that little bright speck of light in the dark expanse while hers, was fixed on him.
He kept trying to focus on the stars to distract himself from the pain, as she patiently gazed at him, praying for him to heal. She then locked her eyes on the brightest star and then shut them close. Mumbled a small prayer. Slowly turning her head towards him she opened her eyes to find him smiling at her. He whispered, "Thank you for being here. I wish I could tell you how much this means to me."
She blushed, lowered her gaze for a second, and then chuckled, "Tell me!" His eyes were confused.
Before he could frame his thoughts, she demanded again, "Tell me how much it means," and a bright smile stretched across her countenance. He blushed. Uttered some confused words. And then smiled and hung his head. She stood up with a jump. Excited and charged. She pulled him up and held him close.
Overwhelmed, he agreed. His heart fluttered with mixed emotions. She had successfully distracted him from his pain. Forgetting that the wound exists helps one heal faster.
A week later, they met again. Their emotions held firm in their hands. She had a book wrapped in her arms across her chest and he held an envelope behind his back. He looked at the book with admiration and his cheeks drooped in embarrassment. They exchanged their little presents.
She whispered, "Remember, it is just the highlighted sentence," and gave a small smile. He was surprised to look at the book. He flipped pages to find a sticky note, a highlight, or underlining. But couldn't spot one. He flipped through the pages again and then for a third time. He could find nothing.
His heart sank.
Then he checked the last page.
Tainted in pink with a corner doodle.
'I will do anything to make you happy for the rest of our days. I will never let you go. I will never give up on us."
She had skilfully doodled a blushing teddy.
His vision blurred as tears filled his eyes. He looked up at her. She was so lovingly engrossed in his present. A newspaper with endless highlights in different colors. She patiently read through each one of them. He had not highlighted sentences but random pairs of words that together conveyed
adorable affection of his heart.
The prettiest of those hundreds of words of appreciation was from the editorial.
"Primary emotions are shared by all mammals including humans, but when around specific individuals, a significant emotional interplay is established, including high sympathetic activity which with time has become of significant importance and the fear of losing is not affordable."
It was cute how the nerdy head had put in all his efforts to convey his heart's emotions. Who could have ever imagined that a news report can even be so heart-warming when scattered pairs of words are brought together with pure intention!
She, the dreamer could not help but be immensely touched by his act of kindness. It was their kind of love language that is the most beautiful, yet, no longer practiced. Their eyes locked, and they hugged, holding on to each other.
Together, today, and for times to come.
Submitted by:
Shambhavi Anand
Student at National Law Institute University, Bhopal
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