She Knew

He meant the world to her. Young hearts, wild thoughts, boundless world. She enjoyed the blissful times, she learnt from the rougher times. They learnt to adjust and adapt. But did he love her all the same? She never knew.

  He had won her heart with charm and wit. Showing her the greater things she had missed in life before this wonderful union. Did he gain equal insight to her world, the way she viewed world? Or would her thoughts and views have seemed small and insignificant? She never knew. 

  He tossed her heart like no other, making it swirl in all directions, making it savour, regret, and enjoy emotions in every possible way. Had she stirred a similar event? She never knew.

  For her, another man, was impossible. For he had asked so much of her, and she, of him. Day by day. She gave in, reluctantly, and then with a sense of acceptance. Did their sacrifices complement in weight? She never knew.

  Having given everything, expecting nothing in return, he asked for one last thing. It was all she had. Yet he asked. He begged, he reasoned, he threatened, and each time, putting forward what she saw in a totally opposite light. For this, she couldn't accept. If she had asked him of the same, would he have been as generous? She never knew.

  She thought about it for endless days. Toiling with many outcomes, many possibilites, many consequences.

  "You have my heart, you have my soul. Why do you ask me of this now? Let me have it for a while longer. Please."

  "I have changed my mind. I want it now. Why are you afraid? Don't you love me? Don't you trust me?"

  For the sake of love, she handed it to him. Handed it to him expecting nothing in return. Handed it to him having faith in trust and conviction, having faith in hope. Having faith in what she thought was love. Did the force above us all permit it? Eventually, she knew.

  Five years later, her love long lost to another heart, she stood in front of another man, who had both eyes for her. Her heart void of all emotions. Empty and without substance. 

  "Honesty has always been kind to me. And I want to pass it to you. For love I gave, for love I lost, for love I made mistakes. I stand before you, only to ask, I have done this, will you accept me?"

  "It doesn't matter what you lost, it doesn't matter what you wronged. Will you grace my heart with the same magnitude of love and emotions?"

  She stood under the dark night sky, tears her shield, the unfunctioning heart her weapon. The truth, she knew.