A Spark of Love

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   “A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.” 

A short story of one of my known couples. I don't really know the commitments in marriages but I do feel some connection in their story. Just letting things go isn't the only way to deal with problems, If you really admire your bond with someone just holds that relation at your best. Once you lost your connection, It's hardly impossible to revert.

Being delhite, I was confused about the complexion should be fair or anyhow white. Achieving heights, Working woman, living independently, it was a time looking for my marriage whine. Dreams seen in the childhood were coming true, I found "My Charm" expectedly in a few. Your daily dose gave me an instant pause, Thinking harsh, Starting new would not be an ending due, Of the friendship wires we created in the previous year or two! I always admired you, lived in you, loved you more than anything else but one day the evil happened and the things changed within a second or few. My maternity time you were excited about our baby too. We blessed with a girl, Felt like under the sky ninth. Happy treats all way, Relatives came up to meet. Time passed, we started our daily routine. Barely, We had started fights, didn't knew it would become a daily diet, Tried a lot to Conjunct broken pieces but we failed, that's true. Winter's Night, Christmas was on it's way right, we always decorated the house bright, Calling our folks & folly and pretending we do have that home coming vibe. Standing for rights we conclude to file a divorce doesn't know were we right? Our decision was mutual but Did I only feel the guilt in lousy nights?  Rough and tough, Being together becomes certainly huff. However, telling you the truth, we both sucked. I remember your touch was magic, Your love was like a dwell kept me falling in you every day. I could hardly stop imagining your feel, Your lips, chest in that vest. Those lazy wake-ups, my pretty makeups, turn-ups, and sometimes single day breakups.  Your presence was the best feeling ever, drained me inside-out. Still a question mark on the never-ending story by any chance for once you were mine?