“Just get the hell outta here” I shouted. I couldn’t look at Rahul’s face anymore. This has been my first love and all hopes were dashed to ground. I put my head on the table and sobbed in to the tissue.

 

“Love can be a many splendored thing
Can’t deny the joy it brings
A dozen roses, diamond rings
Dreams for sale and fairy tales
It’ll make you hear a symphony
And you just want the world to see
But like a drug that makes you blind,
It’ll fool ya every time”

The song was killing me. Jeffrey knew me well enough. He saw me crying and started that song. Java – The coffee paradise was a place close to my heart. I sang there quite frequently. I felt as though my heart has been ripped to pieces.

 

“The trouble with love is
It can tear you up inside
Make your heart believe a lie
It’s stronger than your pride
The trouble with love is
It doesn’t care how fast you fall
And you can’t refuse the call
See, you got no say at all”

 

About a year passed after my breakup with Rahul. It was only a month ago that I met Adithya. He was an architect who came frequently to Java. He came to be known for his excellent singing during karaoke nights. We started going out. Promises of heaven and earth exchanged. I could feel the connection. I thought life was actually good to me. As I finished my routine, I came to meet him. Jeffery winked at me and started.

 

“Now I was once a fool, it’s true
I played the game by all the rules
But now my world’s a deeper blue
I’m sadder, but I’m wiser too
I swore I’d never love again
I swore my heart would never mend
Said love wasn’t worth the pain
But then I hear it call my name”

 

“Am sorry dear, but my marriage is fixed. She is my Dad’s friend’s daughter. I can’t say no. I know it’s a spineless answer to be given to the most wonderful person on earth. But…” rest of the words were lost in the song. My face fell. A familiar feeling on sadness took over me. “Just get the hell outta here will ya?” Déjà vu. Jeffery continued.

 

“(The trouble with) The trouble with love is
It can tear you up inside
Make your heart believe a lie
It’s stronger than your pride
The trouble with love is
It doesn’t care how fast you fall
And you can’t refuse the call
See, you got no say at all”

 

About three months later, I had finally decided that love wasn’t for me. I was sick and tired of it. I hated to have gone through all that love and heartache. Jeffery smiled as he came in. “Let me buy you a drink?” It was Karaoke night. A man 50 year old came up to the mike and requested a song from the band. Tall, dark and handsome he was. Then he started with THE song.

 

“Every time I turn around
I think I’ve got it all figured out
My heart keeps callin’ and I keep on fallin’
Over and over again
This sad story always ends the same
Me standin’ in the pourin’ rain
It seems no matter what I do
It tears my heart in two

(The trouble with love is) The trouble with love, yeah
(It can tear you up inside) It can tear you up inside
(Make your heart believe a lie) Make your heart believe a lie
It’s stronger than your pride”

 

“You know what? I am really beginning to hate that song. I hate that it makes so much sense.” I said, looking at my drink. “Why don’t you try me? I ain’t that bad you know?” Jeffery said in a hushed voice. That was the first time I took a good look at this handsome man who had been my singing partner for the past three years. I felt my heart melt in his smile.

 

“(The trouble with love is)
It’s in your heart
It’s in your soul (doesn’t care how fast you fall)
You won’t get no control
(and you can’t refuse the call)
See, you got no say at all

(The trouble with love is) Oh, yeah
(It can tear you up inside)
(Make your heart believe a lie)”

 

 

Song : “The trouble with love is” Kelly Clarkson’s Thankful.