Echoes of Heartbreak

“How would you define Love?” he asked, his eyes searching for a hint of emotion.

 These words and his gaze unleash a tsunami of emotions in my heart, compelling me to choose wisely.

“It’s a hassle,” I say with narrowed eyes and a hint of smirk, trying to hide my haze.

“How can you say that? Have you ever fallen in love?” I knew he would counterattack me with this question.

I sighed, closed my eyes and said “No, but I’ve seen people falling out of love”.

“Falling in and out of love is natural. If you’ve seen people falling out of love, you would have also seen the beauty of falling in love,” he strikes me back with severity in his probe. I pause for a moment, trying to absorb the bittersweet sensation of his answer.

“Falling in love is always behind the scenes. No one knows how it happened or started, but when one falls out of love, it’s like a huge rock shattering and everyone can see those bits of the rock. Falling out of love is never behind the scenes,” I say with hesitation yet with a clear experience.

He silently looks at me, and after contemplating my answer, he warmly smiles and passes by the side. His silence solely means a yes. Which awakens my fears once again!

P.S: Just a random thought on a random day, written after ages, so let me know if I still have that spark.