Third Person's P. O. V

Dear Childhood Crush,

The very first time I saw you, God.... Weren't you just my prince charming! I still have faded memories of those days and they always make me wanna dream. Such a naive girl I am, repeating your words, your eyes. Searching for anything that could've hinted me of more than a friendship.

But you, you were different. You never valued me. You never led me on, you caused my heartbreak with high amount of damage done. I did hate you than but I will forever respect you for the kind person you were.

Dear Childhood Crush,

You're a good guy, you really are. You've hurt me, you've broken my heart but you are genuinely a good guy. There were so many times when I would be upset or crying and I knew I was able to go to you because you knew exactly what to say. You always knew how to make me feel better. I've never met someone who can say one word and make everyone in the room smile. I'm pretty sure after all the hurt you've put me through I should hate you. Weirdly enough, I couldn't hate you even if I tried.

Dear Lover,

Yeah, you noticed that? I changed your name from "childhood crush" to "lover". Because now I've come to the conclusion that you're not just any random crush nor you're my infatuation. You're my LOVER!

Dear Stranger,

Sorry, I had to change your name again. It's frustrating!!! You keep changing your personalities. Today, I saw you for the first time in six years and for the first time in twenty years, I couldn't recognize you. There was some strangeness in your eyes. There was a wall, a wall that wouldn't let me see through.

Dear Lover,

Ahhh...... These feelings and your attitude made me change your name again. For the first time ever you kissed me a few nights ago and for many reasons I couldn't help but melt into it, just like yesterday at the gas station. But funny thing right, I'm getting married and you don't even care. And I promise this is the last time I'm changing your name because I don't think  I will be able to love another person anymore.

He refused to look away from the letters that were in his hands, even as his lips trembled and his shoulders heaved with emotion, unwilling to back down.

His dark lashes brimmed heavy with tears; his hands clenched into shaking fists, in a desperate battle against the grief.

A lone tear traced down his cheek, and just like that the flood gates opened. He wept, tears streaming from his deep brown eyes, loud, heaving sobs tearing from his throat, and still he didn't look away from those letters.

"What are you doing here?" her voice made him turn around with letters still clenched tightly in his hands.

"These..." his voice cracked as he raised his hand up, showing her the letters.

"These aren't your property. You shouldn't have took them without permission!" she snatched the letters from his hand, putting them back in her cupboard.

"These letters have 'me' written all over it and you're saying they aren't my property." he raised his voice.

"I'm talking to you, shraddha!" this was the first time he had taken her name since he got here.

"What do you want?" she asked as he gripped her wrist.

"Explanation. I want an explanation!" he looked straight into her eyes.

"Okay, what do you want me to say huh? Tomorrow is my wedding. I have to get ready for my Sangeet function in few hours." She almost yelled, taking her hand out of his grip.

"Don't talk shit. I'm talking about those letters!" he gritted his teeth and he remained silent.

"Why didn't you tell me? What happened?" he asked her.

"You fucking left! That's what happened!" she yelled her lungs out.

"I didn't have a choice!" his gaze lowered.

"You didn't have a choice? You could've stayed. You could've told me. You knew how I felt about you." she cried.

"I was fed up, okay? Everytime, everywhere there were shraddha and sidharth in every story. Where was varun in all of this?" tears again started forming in his eyes.

"Don't you remember? How everyone used to plan that once we're all grown up, they'll get you and sidharth married. What about me? No one cared about my feelings." he gripped her both arms tightly, pulling her closer to him.

"Yes, I left. Because I loved you. I fucking left because I couldn't see you with someone else. I left because I thought you didn't feel the same way. I left because I wanted you to be happy." he cried.

"Look at me varun, do I look happy to you?" she said, her both hands placed on his chest.

"Stop this. Stop this marriage. I don't wanna lose you. Again!" he buried his face in the crook of her neck as tears silently made their way to his cheeks.

"I-I can't." her voice cracked. He raised his head to look at her.

"I love you!" he confessed looking straight into her eyes.

"Don't!" she cried as she pushed him back with all her force and ran out of the room.

"This function is so boring!" Kriti exclaimed as shraddha's Sangeet function wasn't going as planned.

"I agree with you, shraddha how about you sing a song for us?" Sidharth asked her as she was sitting all dressed up in her black attire. Despite many objections by her family she chose a dark color dress for her wedding.

"No-I don't think-" she couldn't complete.

"Yeah, shraddha sing. You've such a great voice." shraddha's dad told her and then the whole family started encouraging her.

"OK. Fine. Where's my guitar?" she asked.

"Here it is!" Varun said with a smile. He hand her the guitar and then everyone took their seats.

Shraddha locked her eyes with varun for a split second before starting the song.

'We can leave the Christmas lights up till January,
This our place we make the rules.
There's a dazzling haze,
A mysterious way,
About you dear.
Have I known you for twenty-seconds or twenty years?

Can I go, where you go?
Can we always be this close?
Forever and ever.
And I- take me out and take me home,
You're my-my-my-my lover!'

She paused as she finished the first stanza. She inhaled a long breath to start the second stanza but varun beat her to this as he started singing the other stanza.

'We could light a bunch of candles,
And dance around the kitchen baby.
Pictures of when we were young would hang on the wall.
We would sit on the stoop,
I'll sing love songs to you even when we're eighty.
See, I finally got you now honey,
I won't let you fall.'

He then motioned shraddha to sing with him and they started singing in chorus.

'Can I go, where you go?
Can we always be this close?
Forever and ever.
And I- take me out and take me home.
You're my-my-my-my lover!'

Their intense eyelock which they held during the whole song was broken by the sound of clapping. Everyone praised them as sidharth looked at both of them skeptically.

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