Existential Absurd

  Come to the rooftop darling Come to the rooftop darling, We will have the perfect dance, With a little help from the nature, We will live a fairy tale romance. With the moon as our disco light, We will sway on the floor like sea, Hold each other in a tender embrace, Croon with the drowsy bees. Come to the rooftop darling, We will have the perfect kiss, With the rustling leaves lauding us, We will dive into the love's abyss. Intoxicated by the looming scent, We will lean against the wall, With our lips pressed closely together,  Let our tongue do all the talk. Come to the rooftop darling, We will make the perfect love. And with the gentle wind tingling our skin, We will swoon like mating doves.

“Do you love me?” Amit asked. She tried mumbling something about their friendship and how he was her best friend but she never saw him in that light, the usual dilly dallying of girls to avoid hurting and to procrastinate speaking the truth. But he was assertive. He needed a definite answer, a straight “yes” or “no”, “no more prepositions, no more words”. He made it clear that her answer would seal the deal for them. A no meant losing him forever. And she knew he meant it. A myriad of memories started pouring in her head, all the happiness, the beautiful moments they had shared together. All the times when she had bared her heart in front of him and he had shown her the reason, being the level headed person that he was. The times they had bullied each other into doing things they thought best for each other. The times they studied together, found innovative methods for cheating together.He was always there for her, day or night she could call him anytime to vent her frustrati...