I was having a deep conversation with my thoughts when he politely asked me if we can go for a walk. My ears only heard the last word-walk- and my mind immediately said yes. As we rose up from chairs, he confessed his old affair with long walks to me, and my heart just whispered, “Never let him go".
Walking aimlessly at night is my favourite pass time. It gives me the kind of freedom that is felt by each atom of my existence. I've never met someone who loves rambling as much as I do, and it makes me sad to the core of my heart because people are missing out on the life of their lives. But, my heart wasn't sad anymore, 'cause that night I found someone.
As night grew darker, he let me sink into him. He told me how painful his childhood was, how he wanted to end his life, how everyone around him silenced his voice, and how he wished she wouldn't leave.
The way he talked about her as if her name is medicine of all his pain, made me wondered about the men I left. Do they say my name in between conversations with people they don't really know? Do they admit that not talking to me hurts while walking at night with someone known? Do they still want me in their lives? Did they love me for real?
That night we talked for hours while seeking what lies beyond the silence of night. And whenever we became too tired of speaking, we reached for each other's hand and held it tenderly as if telling each other, “I'll never let you go".
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