The Diary of Mufassa

XY: She's like my only pair of jeans, the one I wear at work, the one I sleep in.. One I can't afford to lose. XX: He's a beautiful gem in my jewelry collection.. One among many, that I don't want to lose.

She wanted him to be the 'real' he, the one she liked. The one that was always positive, brimming with energy. She said she didn't like the broken he. But she never realized that he was broken since long time back, much before he had met her. All his positiveness, smiles and charm were just for her, who had made him dream again. In that moment with her, he dreamed of becoming the person that lay broken inside his heart. That brief moment came like a dream in a dark night, unfortunately, and dissolved with the first rays of the morning sun.

She opens the gift wrap slowly, anticipation running through her heart. She holds it in her hands, disbelief in her eyes, registering the fact that it's a gift from YOU, to HER. Tears swell up in her eyes, as she looks at you, then at the gift, and then to you again. That precious moment, you know you have loved her well. You record that moment in your memory in extreme slow motion, to be played back again and again forever.