WAS IT REALLY LOVE?

Was it really love ? Has he ever been in love?
He keeps asking his heart all the time. But his heart does not seem too keen to answer. Probably its because it does not know the answer itself or probably it just doesn't want to let him know the truth.

Well in that case, let him try to search for the answers himself.

He was attracted to her eyes, but was it just an attraction like any other or was there something more in it. He felt , he thought , He saw her soul in her eyes. Maybe it indeed was "love at first sight" stuff or maybe it wasn't.
Was it really love? He asks himself.

The way she said hi, the way she looked at him, the way she dressed, the way she walked, the way she talked, the way she smiled, the way she laughed, the way she made that angry face, the way she made a funny face, the way she held his hand. He liked each and every one of those ways...yes He did.
Was it really love? He asks himself.

Those days of sleepless nights, those days of writing about her, those days of just staring at her, those days of trying to draw her picture, those days of making a poem for her, those days of thinking of her in the day, those days of thinking of her in the night, those days of missing her. He went through all those days...yes he did.
Was it really love? He asks himself.

He imagined she would be his, he imagined she would hold his hand, he imagined he would hold her hand, he imagined she would hug and kiss him, he imagined her to be his wife, he imagined her in his family, talking to his father, listening to his mother, teasing his brother , laughing with his sister. He imagined her head on his shoulders when she would be sad, he imagined her holding hands when they would be walking, he imagined her face when she would be old but yet be very beautiful in his eyes. He imagined all these ...yes He did.
Was it really love? He asks himself.

Those moments of giving her hints, those moments of catching the adjacent seat while watching a movie together with friends, those moments of sending sms', those moments of chat, those moments of calls, those moments of talking ignoring time, those moments of trying to tell her that he loved her (through his eyes), those moments of trying to tell he loved her (through his words), those moments of feeling scared to tell her how much he loved her just incase she refused. He went through all those
moments....yes He did.
Was it really love? He asks himself.

Yet, He finally managed to tell to tell her all about those days, about those imaginations, about those moments. But she didnt understand how much they meant, how much they were true. She didnt go through those days, imaginations and those moments like he did.
Was it really love? He asks himself.

Now those days are lost, those imaginations have been scattered, those moments have been washed away.He didnt know one thing that empty hearts would cause so much of pain. He didnt know one thing that the pain from the heart would come out from the eyes. He didnt know those eyes would be again be poked by shattered dreams.

But He has regained lost ground, He have conquered the enemy within, He has cleaned up the mess and gathered those pieces of broken heart. He has been born again from the ashes of his own heart.

He still wonders though....

WAS IT REALLY LOVE?