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“I miss the life I had before I had been broken,” she whispered as she leaned towards him and put her head on his shoulder. He didn’t know what next to say, but she continued to speak to him like they were old friends.
“But it excites me, you know,” she paused and looked up at the sky, as if the right words were staring down at her at that moment. “It excites me, this person I’ve become after I have picked up what’s left of those pieces.”
He nodded slowly. He understood, deeply, what she meant by that. But again, he said nothing to affirm her surprising and somewhat bizarre monologue.
“I’m scared though, frightened. I might just go back to the way things were. What then?”
“I think someone like you will always pick up the pieces,” he finally voiced out. “Hoping. And it’s perfectly alright to be scared. You’re not human if you don’t fear anything. But you can never go back to the way things were. Things happen only once in your life, truly meaningful ones happen twice, or thrice tops.”
“So what are you saying?”
“You learn from your past mistakes, you do not make a routine out of them. Take what you can from it and then move on,” he explained. “Move on,” he stressed further.
She was taken aback by the words that had blurted out. It was as if he knew her very well, as if he could read her facial expressions, or worse, her mind. She stared at him for a good minute. He was getting the feeling that she got offended by what he had said. But then she uttered a confession,
“I’m strangely attracted to you, I don’t even know your name.”
He smiled and gave a giggle. She laughed at her confession. Embarrassed, she put her hands to her face.
“Oh my god. I’m so sorry, I’ve never said that to anybody… out loud.”
He scoffed, “It’s okay. Things only happen once remember? But meaningful ones can happen twice… or thrice tops.”
They both smiled.