He died everyday to let her breathe…

She was a wild flower; she was a free bird, an independent soul. Little did she know she could be broken, that she is naïve and more fragile. She firmly believed that no one could steal the sparkle from her until she met him. Why did they meet? Both wondered. He began to steal her sparkle day by day and she felt loved to lose her sparkle for him. He was her biggest weakness; she was his reason for existence. Two poles met at a point...letting go of themselves. She fell for something that kills her; she was in love with the pain. She believed the pain is love. He was capable of giving her nothing but pain, he could not have her he knows very well. He could not touch her for his touch will burn her. It was neither his fault nor hers but of the stars that set them together. She was night and he was the day, clouds wonder how they fell in love with their differences. Love of this kind is beautiful isn’t it? Never do they say to each other the good old ‘I love you’…but when they both exchange glances the whole sky will be lit with light. They both owed each other every single breath yet they owed nothing. They despised summer and Winter for they never allow them both to be together…they have to wait till spring, Spring was their most favorite time because that is when they can finally be together even it was for an hour or so. They have to wait for a year to kiss each other…and when they do the entire world stares in awe. And we name the occasion as “eclipse”. The story of the sun who died everyday to let her breathe.