A World of Their Own

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She stared in front of her blankly. It was hard to figure out when it was that things had started to fall apart. It wasn’t herself that she thought of…it was the man who loved her, the one who had once held her hand and said “You are my princess”. She now knew what he really meant to her, or maybe she had never been able to comprehend how much he matters, though she knew of course that she loved him. She looked back and tried to remember the last day she had thought of doing something that did not have his involvement, and couldn’t remember any. And she had hurt him. Inexplicably, unexpectedly, badly. It wasn’t intentional. But it had done what cheating, infidelity, or nasty words wouldn’t have done. It made him cry. And that is what she couldn’t deal with…the drops of pain and hurt and disbelief trickling down his ashen cheeks. All of this for certain things that she had done, things she didn’t think about twice, things that she didn’t consider significant. Now those things were the same which threatened to surround her, suffocate her, and throttle her existence. She could’ve handled her own pain and sadness, but his disbelief rendered her numb. She managed to hurt the guy who she loved, who loved her like no one ever could. His words made her go through day after day, every day. And all she could give in return was the pain and suffering that he didn’t deserve, that shouldn’t have gone his way, which should have been all hers to bear.
She looked around with the same kind of numbness that has come over her ever since her tears stopped. She couldn’t take in words, or sounds, or any other signs that signified the usher of a new day. She knew she had to put things right, but she didn’t know how. He has come unnervingly close to losing the trust, love and faith that he had for her. And she was the reason.  She couldn’t get around that. She didn’t want to. She had to put things right, anyhow, before she lost what she had. She had to pick up the pieces around her and build back what they had. All she wanted was for him to hold her hand, look at the world around and say proudly, “This is the one I love, this is my princess.”
It was up to her to build back the world of their own, that they had created so lovingly, so beautifully, day after day…it was more than precious, it was priceless. And there was only one person who could help her. Him.

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