I watched with awe and amazement as she came out of her hiding place. First a little peep over the ledge and then her whole absolutely symmetrical body. A perfectly blonde head and a body one could die for. White as a virgin island's sand. I stared at her with admiration and fear. She had changed the course of my life. Everyone said that she was killing me softly without me realizing it.
At first, like all bachelors, even I just wanted to hang around with her and show her off as my new found love. I was successful too. I raised many eyebrows but at the same time I was shit scared of introducing her to my family, even as “just a friend”. We met scarcely in the beginning but gradually we bumped into each other more often, sometimes unwillingly, at other times through a common friend. We grew close, so close that I was addicted to her.
Days passed into weeks, into months, into years. We were together all the time. She accompanied me to my office, to the movies, shopping, parties, even to my bed. We were inseparable. I felt great but inside me a feeling of guilt was beginning to rise. I used to get tired very soon and my mood was always cranky. At first I thought it was because of my close association with her but then I realized it was much more. She always stood by me in my times of distress and was of great help too.
It was only later that I realized that all this while, it was she who was killing me softly every time I kissed her. The realization made me reach a conclusion finally. I had to break up with my love. I didn’t want to, but I had to. I had no other option. She was great with me and we had some great times but now she must leave me alone. She was too good to be ignored and I was sure that she would have already chosen her next partner by now. I finally collated all the courage I could and decided to confront her with the harsh truth of breakup.
Sitting at my favorite place in the campus, the roof top of my hostel, wearing an old torn jeans and the XL T-shirt, I pulled her out from where she was hiding behind me. Looking at her, I felt sorry, she was so innocent and yet…….. I had to kill her.
“What’s the matter darling?” she asked me with the most tender care and utmost love.
“My love,”, I said kissing her lightly, “I have to leave you now. It’s been a long time and we had a heavenly experience. We were a match made for each other”
“Oh yes we were and we still are…. Then why do you want to leave me? You know how much I love you and how much you love me. Please don’t leave me now… ”.
“Im sorry my love but I have made a decision”, one more passionate kiss.
“Why? Have you found someone else? Is there someone who can make you happier, remove your sorrows the way I can? Help you in times of pain?”
“Maybe there is someone else, maybe not. Forget it, you won’t understand coz you don’t have a heart.”, another kiss, a brief one this time.
She said “I loved you more than anyone ever did. You will be sorry for this.”
I could feel her heat in my hands, in my fingertips and could sense the fire running within her. I had to stay calm. She was now withering away and I was almost there… My goal was almost reached….
After a few more kisses and heated words I finally was able to convince her. “Goodbye” I said and sent her tumbling down four floors. She watched me as she descended the distance until finally her head struck the floor below. Red sparks flew and my love, the cigarette bud, died without a sound. I succesfully broke up with my love, yet again !!
