nayanawrites

We meet many people in our lifetime. But there will always be that one person who changes the way you look at life , the way you look at yourself , the way you feel. That one person is the BEST part of your story. That does not change - no mater what happens. It does not change even if that person is no longer with you. It does not change even if that person has moved on away from you.

Love happens in layers. The only things instant about love is the attraction - the locking of eyes for a minute and finding an electrical impulse going through your body - a weird feeling you can't explain. A brief few seconds of chemistry before you look away.

But Love that happens over time. It happens over every small and big thing that happens as you journey along.

Love happened to Chaya too that way - caught her at a time when she was least expecting it ... but happen it did and what a wonderful love it was ...

She loved the way he held her.
She loved how he told her she was beautiful.
She loved how he made her feel beautiful and believe she was beautiful - not just superficially - but the way she perceived herself and projected herself.
She loved the way he looked at her and laughed when she mispronounced a word or made up words of her own.
She loved how he made her happy.
She loved how he smiled when he saw her - the acts of almost fainting , the signs of showing he had butterflies in his stomach , the signs of having his heart pierced as she walked close to him.
She loved the look on his face when she couldn't stop laughing .
She loved how he made her feel.
She loved he told her she looked good in a particular dress.
She loved how he infused her being with confidence.
She loved the way he sang for her as they drove together or after they had just made love.
She loved he called her baby and all the sweet endearments.
She loved how he whispered into her ears in complete silence.
She loved how he squeezed her so hard every time she hugged him.
She loved how she could talk to him for hours and he would listen.
She loved how he could he tell her stories in detail for hours and let love making pass even.
She loved how they messaged each other the first thing after they woke up and the last thing before they slept off.
She loved the sound of his voice when she woke him up from sleep on a holiday.
She loved how he inspired her to always improvise on herself.
She loved how he rubbed her back and kissed her neck.
She loved how he held her small hands in his big ones and squeezed it.
She loved how he always held her close, wrapped her arms around him when they rode together.
She loved how he lay next to her and said it was perfect.
She loved how he just walked out of her dreams and into her life to be everything she ever wanted.
She loved how he saw her for the person she truly was.
She loved how his arms were the home she searched and finally found.
She loved how he persuaded her to spread her wings and explore parts of her that she didn't know existed - the love for travel inward and outward.
She loved how he told her to bring out her true and pure self at least when he was around - no hiding no acting.
She loved how he told her they were perfect and how she believed it and still does.
She loved how he made her cry - not because she was sad or upset - but because she was grateful for being the happiest woman she knew.
She loved how he helped her stand up for what she believed.
She loved how she woke up with all excitement and anticipation of starting a new day with him.
She loved how he kissed her.
She loved how his love was her one weakness - a weakness that strengthened and emboldened her.
She loved how he made love to her.
She loved how exhausted he got after their intense love making as he screamed for energy.
She loved how he went the extra mile to make things happen.
She loved seeing the empty space on the side of her bed and imagining him filling it.
She loved the nervousness she got every time he called to say they had to meet.
She loved how he kept her warm when her feet and hands turned cold.
She loved how irritated he got seeing the cell phone on her lap.
She loved his voice.
She loved how one of his eyes grew smaller than the other when he smiled.
She loved how he egged her on to pursue everything she wanted to do - be it the biggest of wishes or the smallest of interests.
She loved all the looks he gave her when no one was looking even when they were in a crowd.
She loved how much he loved her - so much so that she began to love herself.
She loved how visibly turned on he got when she was with him. And the awkward smiles he gave when it happened.
She loved how he held her protectively when they were in unfamiliar places. She loved it when he told her ' you are vulnerable baby '
She loved how important he was to her.
She loved how he made her wait all her life before coming and yet made every moment worthwhile of all the wait.
She loved how he teased her.
She loved everything he told her about him and his childhood.
She loved sharing things with him and she loved it when he did too.
She loved how he took care of small things like making sure she drank enough water, ate on time.
She loved how he rubbed her belly and massaged her back when it was that time of the month for her.
She loved how cute he looked in her pajamas and in her jacket.
She loved how he nursed her wounds from the past and didn't care about the scars and the chipped edges of her past.
She loved how he encouraged her to dream and share her dreams and then made her chase them too.
She loved how he watched her eat and didn't mind her picking on the meat and the bones.
She loved how she thought only about him every single day - every moment that she got to herself - back then and even now.
She loved how he was with his family and she loved how comfortable she felt with them.
She loved how he was her forever.
She loved how he always walked the extra mile for her and the glitter in his eyes at seeing her excitement after fulfilling every single wish that ever came out of her mouth.
She loved how he remembered their special days and anniversaries. Men seldom do.
She loved how much he loved her feet. She loved him for asking her to take care of it always.
She loved how they could make love for hours.
She loved their pillow fights.
She loved how he took pains to solve her problems.
She loved his positivity and how he endeavored to make every minute the best possible for himself, for her and for them.
She loved how he always helped her.
She loved how he cared for her and took care of her always.

She loved everything about him. She still did.

She had remembered every single thing about him and them. And yet she had forgotten how uncomfortable he was with silence. She gave him that for a while when she was upset and he just left.

She was loved in layers and she did love all the layers he had.
She continued to love him in spite of all the tears and all the hurt and all the words he said.
She continues to love him in spite of the fact that he didn't want her in his life anymore.

Love in layers doesn't happen many times. It happens just once if at all. He had her heart and he was all she had ever wanted. The best in her life and nothing would ever change that. He was her life , her yesterday , her today and her tomorrow. Her Rushmore.

We often search for closure as though our lives were put together neatly like a novel or a well scripted movie. But the fact remains that they are not. In fact real life is messy and relationships are poorly written and often wrongly timed - ending too early or too late and sometimes even in the middle of a sentence.

And yet she waited ... Her relationship wasn't over ... no matter what people said. She heard constantly people reminding her that it's dying or that it is still as a dead bird .... But she refused to believe that .... Her relationship lives in her memories , in her experiences , in her notes , in her photos , in what they shared. Their love was carved into her heart - and she continues to wait - for if love was meant to be hers it would come back , else she waits for love to realize it.

( This is my submission of the prompt - " MY MOUNT RUSHMORE " I had to rush and write this before the extended deadline - Glad I made it through though. Concrits and reviews are always welcome. )