Once in their life..

"The people who love only once in their lives are really the shallow people. What they call their loyalty, and their fidelity, I call either the lethargy of custom or their lack of imagination. Faithfulness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the life of the intellect - simply a confession of failure." --Oscar Wilde
     
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As he looked in the mirror. A grin surpassed on his face. "How handsome I look, without having beard" he mumbled, stroking his clean shaved chin, soothing-feel of his shaved chin made him delight. After all, he has shaved  his beard after gap of six months.

"Why didn't I  shave my beard since then?" He questioned himself. "After all, Why do boys won't shave the beard after getting dumped by girl? What's the mystery behind beard and love failure?" Questions poped-up in his mind like weeds and made him to ponder for a while. "Is it the sign that we don't care for our outlook, when our loved ones reject us or is it for the fact that we become too diseased in thinking of our failed love and forget to do as simple work as shaving beard."
Perflexed he was, for the answers he came across, but neither the questions nor the answers could stop him from thinking about his ex. Infact they stirred his emotions and impelled him to remember her.

Yeah, how can he forget her, how can he forget the moment when he and she sat on beach watching the sunset, she leaning her head on his shoulder, promising him that she would be like sun to him which never forgets to meet ocean at the end of the day, no matter what all parts of earth it may roam.

"What happened to that promise?
What happened to her? Why she became rude? Why she became so heartless?" He thought and thought and thought..

No, he dint find answers. One sluggish day she messeged him saying that she is in love with other person. That's it.... she is gone, leaving behind memories for him.

Memories which killed him day by day, hour by hour and second by second. Memories which were once like  beautiful roses are now coercing thorns

"How can she be with other person? How can she? How can she easily tell me that she doesn't love me anymore? Can anyone be so heartless to say 'I don't love you anymore' after spending so many years with the person? How can? Wait, did she ever love me? No, I don't think so.. I doubt that... I doubt that.. even she had loved me for a split of second, if she did..the story would have  been different by now, but my love, my love for her was pure, I loved her as queen, I loved her as angel, I loved her as Goddess..."

"Where might she be now? May be with so called her new boyfriend, sitting on same beach, promising him the same words..."

Imagination of her with other person twitched his stomach. But that was no different to him, he has survived six months without her, more than that he has survived the fact of she roaming happily with other man. What would this mean to him other than one more emotional detriment.

Beep! Beep! A message flashed in his mobile "Hay, Where are you? Come quick. Don't make a girl to wait on her very first date" it read.

"O! This girl she is not like her, she is definitely not like her.. I trust this girl, I hope she loves me forever, I hope she does..

His own thoughts abated his painful-feelings. And he stepped outside the room with smiling face to meet his new (Girl)friend.

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