Trishrota Kalita

We were sitting in a dusty old couch, he told me he wanted to leave. He told me there’s no place more suffocating than here. I held his hand and let out a sob. Sunshine just falling at our skin, I saw him glow. And that’s the day he told me he loved someone whom he wasn’t supposed to. He found his love repelling, because he loved a boy, the most beautiful boy in the world, he said.
I didn’t reply, I couldn’t. I just held his hand tighter and longer.
He let out a sigh, long one.
He could breathe and I knew why. I told him, “Leave if you can’t stay, but find a place where you can”. He’s the wisest person I know, and he has loved in the loveliest way possible.
I hope I could say something that day, something assuring, something that convinced him that this place is good enough. But good enough isn’t enough for him. Now he’s free, now he’s breathing, now he’s loving. .
“Maybe there’s something you’re afraid to say, or someone you’re afraid to love, or somewhere you’re afraid to go. It’s gonna hurt. It’s gonna hurt because it matters.”
Will Grayson, Will Grayson
That’s the craziest, loveliest love I’ve seen.
The boy he loves, the most beautiful boy in the world, I’ve never seen him but the way he talks about him, he must be. But he’s scared, because the loveliest way to love isn’t the conventional way. So I just hold his hand a little longer, and give him a song as a part away gift.
“I’d be sad if you were gone”