That night

That night I marvelled. Something or someone rather had been following me since. He was touching every aspect of my being, agitating the core of my continued existence. I wasn’t in fact responsive of his love anymore, or I’m compelling the love we once shared. He wanted it, and he owned it up, and that was a bit distressing. But that night of draped uncertainty, it struck me. And i imagined not only the love had been vanished, but also him. I was starting to shed tears then I took in to give a call. He answered. The end*