What am I to you???

The train started. Her long journey was going to be a test. A test for her patience and the destination would expect an answer. Yes or No.

She wanted to ponder over it, but procrastinated.

Took out her music player.

Plug. Shuffle playlist. Play.

She heard the first notes and knew it was a wrong decision. Her heart did not wish for this song to be played, but did not have the strength to change it. Perhaps this was a sign. How else was it possible that out of over 400 songs, this was being played?

The words echoed. And the wheel rotated. With the train, her mind started running.

If there is something that can travel faster than light, it is the mind. Thoughts...

"Why am I still here? What is it that keeps me tethered?

It was all the while that I knew. He always told me, "I consider you to be that someone who I want to be around me forever!"

Was it my misinterpretation?

But why am I thinking so much? I have decided that it is over. Okay it might be that I have tried to be adamant on this decision more than once, but this time I know its over and out! It'll now be Best Friends Forever. Hopefully.

Hope is all I have and have always had..."

A fellow passenger looked at her staring at him. He tried to look elsewhere but couldn't avoid looking at her. Not just because she was beautiful. Perhaps her dilemma was reflected on her face. But he'd have admitted that there could not be a girl as good as she was, even with the blank face, he could peep in her eyes which lead to an abyss. The reason of the worried face lied in there, at the bottom, but the depth was unfathomable. He couldn't let his gaze shift.

As Paulo Coelho says, 'Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.'

She'd waited. Now she wanted to forget. But she always found her in the third case- dilemma.

Hardly any other thing can bring up both extremes at the same time like love. It could be the source of immense pleasure or acute pain. Reciprocation makes lover the luckiest man in the world while non-reciprocated love could be source of all miseries.

Despite all this, defining love could be a challenging task. It is not necessary that the love to be real has to be reciprocated. It is mostly one way traffic. True lover excels in giving not taking. True love does not ask for returns. Or at least this is what she'd heard.

"But it was me who always held on. To cite his words: 'Don't take our friendship to the next level. All it'd do is complicate the situation. And that is something which I don’t want to happen. From my experience, I tell you, that the relation we share now is not going to be the same once it reaches the next level.'

"Perhaps he was right all the time. I was so blind that I was deaf. Yes it has always been me who took it the wrong way."

The song was dying with the coda.

Replay: Norah Jones- What am I to you....

What am I to you?
Tell me darlin' true.
To me you are the sea,
Vast as you can be
And deep the shade of blue!!!

When you're feeling low,
To whom else do you go?
See I cry if you hurt,
I'd give you my last shirt
Because I love you so!!!

If my sky should fall,
Would you even call?
Opened up my heart,
I never want to part.
I'm giving you the ball...

I will you love when you're blue.
Tell me darlin' true,
What am I to you?
What am I to you?
What am I to you?