The Boundaries of Love

Is this Love?

Life is like a chessboard. You plan the moves, more than one, and you do as much as you can, and you execute one depending on the outcome of your previous step. You have the choice to cut that pawn with your bishop, but you can't because you have calculated the future. It would result in a finished game. If I try to fall in love independently without those constraints in my mind, my game is over. Unlike, chess, you can't play the game from the beginning. Or if you are playing on the computer, then undoing the move. That's the horrifying beauty of life.

I finally found one within the constraints set for love in my life after dodging several people. I finally found her. She was the happiest person I ever met. I didn't want to lose her. I can plan my future with her, or I was planning my future with her.

She was one of the beautiful people I met. A happy soul she was. Cheerful nature. And the best part of my future with her as possible. It was a safe move to play. She was so perfect that I was a defective piece in comparison to her. But our story started. She was a friend of my friend. My extrovert nature and her extrovert personality made it possible for us to mix up with each other easily. We became f*******: friends. Soon we exchanged our numbers. Long chats turned into calls an hour long. I used to share the screenshots of the minutes we used to talk. And day by day, they increased. The topics to talk were getting diminished, but the time we used to speak increased. I was continuously falling for her. I used to share everything with her. We used to discuss our daily routine with each other. A long-distance separated us. We were in two separate colleges in two different cities far away from each other. She came to my town again to meet her friend or our familiar friend. She told me about it.