She was a sonnet
In his superpersonal dairy
Her voice was music to his ears
She was a dream that he saw every waking hour
She was enticingly invigorating
She was a glass of wine he'd pour after a long day at work
She was the most cozy person he'd like to rest his head upon
She was someone he'd like to sleep with and wake up to every day for the rest of his life
Her smile lit up his day
Her laugh cheered up his mood
Everything his was related to and depended upon HER..
Such a HE would be a prince charming for many...
But...
This charming prince had another side to his coin...
He called her
Nagged her
Stalked her
Followed her everywhere
Virtually physically emotionally
He got cranky when he wouldn't get to see her
He would get restless if he didn't get to meet her
He would go mad if she'd talk to anyone else
He wanted her...
And wanted her so badly...
To possess her was his motto...
And he tried every way he could
Such stories end with the END of either of the two.
This time it was different.
She could've hated him
She could ve got rid of him
But vengeance wasn't her flavor
She was empathetic but strong
She took control
She understood that he needed help, befriended him
Showed compassion
Took him to a Shrink
Fortunately he listened to her
Because he'd do anything for the person he loved
And...this story was...
Not so dramatically CURED...
- Prajakta Sathe.
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