Beside his bed.

The silence of night is making the thoughts more intense in the back of his mind. It's almost been an hour, he is lying on bed trying to welcome tonight’s sleep; but tonight, like most of the night’s sleep is quite distant. He is restless. Angrily, he sits up. Lazily drags himself out of the bed. Walks to the door, locks it and tries to sit on the floor beside his bed. Running his hands through his rough hair, he grabs a bunch of it and starts crying. He never wanted this to happen. It's been years since his crush had crushed him. Well, there's a reason why crush is called 'crush'....

Even today he had not let her thoughts vaporize from his heart. It was as if she lived in him. And the horrible part being that, he did not want to let go. He did not allow himself to fall for someone else. He was clear about her. He could see only her. He needed her, like he needed air. Although without air he would certainly die and everything would end, but without her he died everyday only to wake up and die again. Lying on the floor, he is finding it difficult to even cry. His eyes heavy and tired are now trying to find rest. With every tear flowing from his eyes, some amount of hope is drained out from his heart. Helplessness is the word which can sum-up what he is feeling at the moment.

Gradually, his eye lids kiss one another, confirming he's lost in the euphoria of sleep. This should make him feel better. Not too later his lips form a curve - a smiley curve; a happy curve. Different from what it was a few moments ago. So, who knows? May be he is dreaming. May be she has come to him; making him smile. Wow, he seems happy now. His joy can be felt. Even the air around him seems to be caressing his hair slowly. He surely is wishing for this to last forever. But hold on! Doesn’t he realize that this is only a dream? Poor he! He should know that reality will knock him again. Sadness will take over soon. Disappointment will hug him shortly. The same way it has been happening to him since ages. He has been through this time and again.

I think he is strong now. I feel he can manage now. It's seriously tough but I know he can wait now. He's trying to hope, against the hope that, someday she will come to him. Be his. Forever. After all he loves her and as they say, true love is worth waiting for. Until then he will suffer, he will cry, he will wait, beside his bed.

Writer: Afraz Ahmed.