Lost.. Yet Home..

2:30 AM. Sleeplessness. Disturbance. Discomfort. Dawn.

That day she was diverted. She realized the reason she couldn't concentrate. She needed to tell him. She needed to tell herself. She needed to confess. She needed to own up. For weeks that felt like ages she had clogged herself from telling him how much she loved him. But she had to let it out. Someday. She decided that day would be today.

Confession. Silence. Tears.

She cried. She wept. Sniveled in his arms that night. She wasn't sad. There was no remorse anymore. She had finally told him all about how she felt. He held her tight telling her he was there, right beside her. She had said it. Silence broke.

"Since when?", he asked. "Does it matter?", she retorted.

Eyes red from crying she whispered in his ears hugging him, "I hope I haven't spoiled anything we had. I don't want my feelings to be a hitch in any way. I know you don't feel the same way for me." (Knowing what she said was the truth killed her inside)

With eyes filled with water, he held her hand and said, "I love you even more now, sleep well." They left for home. She dint sleep that night, she dreamt.

The sun was shining bright again and she woke up to a new morning feeling new and completely different. She asked herself, "Is this what love does to you? Does everything really seem to be too perfect to be true?" She was filled with contentment to bother to answer anything anymore now.

She was lost. Lost in love. Yet she was home. It was her dwelling place now. She resided in love and love resided in her. Knowing that love wasn't reciprocated from the other end, she was happy. Content. Blissful. She loved UNCONDITIONALLY. She was love. She is. Love doesn't always come with a companion practically, it is one itself.

Lost.. Yet home..