Everyone talked about how he looked at her. Almost as if she was the one who hung the stars in the
sky. She was mesmerizing. But for him it was little about how she looked and more about how she
made him feel. Of course, she was beautiful. No one could deny that. But she did not take his breath
away because of the way her brown tresses fell over in perfect ringlets around her angular face but
more because of the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed. Oh god, he loved it when she laughed.
No, it was not pretty. It was loud and it filled the entire room. He was a life with her. Lazy mornings
spent in bed and late nights of passion. She lost her temper. She didn’t lean on him for support. She
was difficult. She was not the ideal love but she was his ideal love.
Meghna Mishra
IDEAL LOVE
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