She smiled innocently and I smiled coyly seeing her getting confused between love and possession. (READ CAPTION) It was one of those nights when you would set your A.C. at 16 and prefer staying in your room with door closed while watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S. But this year god has different plans and a different mood, hot days and breezy nights in the month of June. We both were sitting on the terrace, our fingers entangled perfectly while gazing the moon. I was still stuck in my thoughts, my heart continuously questioning my mind, What made her stay with me today? "How strange it is, in sadness we count the infinite number of stars and in happiness we silently look at the beautiful moon?" Her question broke my chain of thoughts and that's when I noticed her continuous struggle to tuck her hair behind her ears while the wind tried to play with them as if the wind was trying to tease her and make her smile. "Why are you looking at me with all your attention?" "I am loving what the wind is doing to you, which you won't allow me to." "You see how this wind flows carelessly, not willing to settle and not willing to be owned. I am just like this wind flowing carelessly, not wanting to be possessed. I am not yours, I don't think I would ever be anyone's. I would never like to be owned." She raised her eyebrows as if she would actually consider my response. "Yeah, that's what I would love the most about the wind."
