Parted.. Departed...

Once upon a time two random people met quite randomly. But when they met they clicked well and clung together as if they were randomly chosen to meet. Strangers become friends, friends grow strong into best friends... but then how long can a guy and girl live as best friends. Either they have to part or be a part of one another.

Marriage... it is always complicated. Starting from getting married, to staying married and even parting later, whether you have to or you choose to. Friendship doesn’t have any cultural, social, religious or racial barriers. But marriage is all about mixing and matching, perhaps matching and then mixing. Love can do wonders, as they say it makes you blind, bind and even sprouts new hopes out of no where. But wait till you get down from the heavens to the real world, when you have to think with your head and not heart.

So the random strangers, after the exciting honey moon period of the new relation, it is time for them to rationalize and call the new found relation a familiar name. How about calling it couples, but can a conservative catholic and a born-again new age Christian spirit unite under holy matrimony in an old fashioned catholic church, with the church bells ringing in harmony in the background. Seems they thought they can, but really?

They went on for a while hoping some miracle would happen and perhaps love is strong enough to overcome the social and religious differential. He thought she will bend and blend in, letting catholic love cool off her anti catholic spiritual extremes. But when he felt the hanging relation will end up in someone hanging, they had to either part for good or be good and unite. The pressure was on the girl, and how mean.. there are only two answers she can give, aye or nay. So far she some how managed to escape every time the topic came up, but it is time for decision making now!

She is confused, just like all women are when they have to decide something which affects them. But this time he is determined to end her confusion. So they decide to go for a drive. May be the poor guy thought that a few minutes of peaceful drive can end her confusion since several months! It is a late evening and they stopped by the deserted beach. He rolled the window down letting in the cold breeze, which hardly had any effect on the boiling and bubbling lava deep down his heart. After a long pause filled with deadly silence, he threw in the big question.. "So?"

She stared into the dark and deep ocean for a while and said "I don’t know.. hmm.. you can decide whatever you want, I will never complain". What does that mean, no body knows. Baffled, he said "It is not about what I can or want to do, I want to know what you want, whether you want me, can accept me as I am, and join me to build our family...." he went on, the same old thing which he has been asking again and again. She cut in the lecture and said "for me my Jesus is the most important thing in my life, I can’t think about coming back to catholic church, it is so lifeless". Dumbstruck he asked "If you asked me who is the most important person in my life, I would have answered - you! If you were so sure about this and... don’t say Jesus, but your rebellious religious ideology is more important to you than me, why.. oh why did we do this? Do you even love me?? Or, do you know what love is? Was I just one of you favorite toys which you are getting bored with... " he continued exploding with a bleeding heart.

As she broke into tears, her tears felt like acid on his skin. It burnt deep and he couldn’t stand it any more, it was hurting him more than her. He calmed down and they both sat there gazing into the darkness with heavy hearts. Every second went like an hour, he felt that his heart has swollen and is going to choke the lungs. It was one of those deadly moments, when every breath you take feels painful; every drop of saliva that you swallow goes down like a needle. Dramatic moments went by; the evening sea breeze helped them cool down, but failed to heal the deep wounds. They decide to part, and hopefully stay as good friends as they used to be.

Suddenly he felt cold metal on his ear. A black guy with gun pressed to his ear, yelled to give his wallet. She was at driver seat and he asked her to push the gas pedal all the way down and steer away. As they raced away, the thug shot twice into the car. She frantically sped into the main road and continued going. He said he is ok and made sure she is fine. They kept on driving for a while and as they got back to their senses she heard him repeating something muffled. His eyes were closed and was sitting back pressed against the seat. She figured out that he was uttering "I love you... love you...". She asked whether he is ok, but he kept repeating those words. She pulled over to the side of the road. Shook to wake him up but he collapsed onto her. Shockingly she realized that the whole seat was wet.. and wet by his warm blood. He was shot in the back. "Oh my god" she cried at the top of her voice "why did you do this to me, why you didn’t tell me...."... he whispered some how... "it is harder to live without you"... and fell into her arms.

If I live every moment
Won’t change any moment
You're still a part of me
I will never regret you
Still the memory of you
Marks everything I do, oh
You’re still a part of everything I do
You’re on my heart just like a tattoo
Just like a tattoo
I’ll always have you
I’ll always have you....