Number Seven

To be precise… I was her seventh bf.
After seven years of serious relationship one fine New Year’s eve she said ‘good bye’.

Over the time I made more than 7…….(you may add zeros) attempts to contact her. But she was ‘adamant’.
After seven years and seven days she called me back and within seven seconds I answered the call.
She uttered only seven words ‘ I hate you looser. Go to hell’.

She wouldn’t have thought why out of 7.8 billion people in this world, it was her that I loved.
Loneliness and solitude are two different words, but together, they mean a lifetime.

Seven more years passed. Nothing has changed except I have seven canines.
‘Happy us’.
It was long before Paru and me finding our favourite spot in the Starbucks.