She loved him.
He loved her.
End of the story.
Actually not.
She wants an exclusive charge on him, not ready for pari passu basis.
She was possesive like that.
And he took a while to understand this. (Such a feeble mind, you see.)
Every time he talks or share a laugh with some other woman, it kills her inside.
She wants him.She wants him whole, or else she doesn't want him at all.
Not ready to share him, even a wee bit with anybody, just like a stubborn child who refuses to share her candies/toys even with her siblings and throw away the thing if asked to share.She has been raised like this only.
To her, love means exclusivity. Sharing your laughs and smiles and what not, only with the one you love. According to her possessiveness is most important ingredient of true love. So, she is extremely possesive about him. (And he didn't understand the iota of this, feeble mind, you see.)
He on the other hand, had a very different connotation of true love. He believes, happiness shared is doubled and sadness shared is halved.
And love brings an euphoria of joy, and an unending happiness, and this happiness should be shared, with someone who shares camaraderie with you, be it a man or a woman.
Moreover, life has taught him through wounds, that love is more about standing by someone at their worst and to love them more when they expect it least.
Because easiest god damn thing to do is to love someone when they are at their best.
I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
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