They said that I was smitten by him. They said that I was besotted with him. They said that they'd never seen anyone crazier in love than me. And then they stopped saying. They just watched. Watched for one wavering signal, for one instance of infidelity. Like the predator that can feel the presence of its prey crouches patiently, they waited for a sign. One that would dismantle the rose-tinted illusion of our love forever. Something that would smite my smittenness with a blow harsher than death. And would poison our budding love forever. But what a fool I was..!
I thought that our love would suffer fatally from the toxic breath of the plotters. Those who were plotting the end of our love. But they and I, failed to realise that our love was impregnable, impervious, impermeable. Such were the defences he had built around our love. To nurture the tender newborn of our hearts. How short-sighted I was to have thought that our love could succumb to people's mockery. I was shattered.
But he survived. And so did our love. He gave all the care that was needed for the newborn to blossom and a bit more. And as for me, it was my turn to watch now. Speechless with joy, still recovering from my wounds, I saw him love me like he never did before. He loved my idiosyncrasies all the more. He made me realise that I was the best. The best in the world. The best for him. He cared for me so much that I had tears of joy in my eyes. And he dismissed them as my 'hobby'. But he realised that I was touched. That I was on a heaven of ecstasy. With him, the love of my life.
And now they say again. That I am truly smitten by him. That I am really besotted with him. That we are the craziest people on earth. Crazier than anybody else. In love.
