When Love Comes Back - What happened so far?

It was my birthday. As usual I expected my first wish to be from Noor. And, it was months long, I did not receive any email or message from her. But, I got her message later with shocking news. She was married just a week back. And she did not invite me. I lost in tears. I was sad and also happy for her. That was the last message from her.

After few weeks I resigned my job and started looking for new one. Three new people were added to my friend list in this job process. I started writing my story in a blog and got good response. I used to write poems when Noor was with me. In a romantic, sad and lovely manner, I used to think about her and write the poems in her memory. But, now I was not able to think about a word. I lost my love. I lost my inspiration.

Everything happens for a good cause. After many months, suddenly one day I got Noor, back in my life through social media. We were friends again. We started to chat, share things. But now she is married and lives miles apart from me. Our conversation remained only for 10 minutes. By this I fell in love with her again. I controlled myself not to explain it, but couldn’t.

Meanwhile, a friend of mine, who was introduced in a company interview, invited me for a function. We became good friends once I got to know about his life. A tragedy love story but still got married recently as per his family wish. It was a shock for me to know that Noor was his wife. That was the first time I saw Noor after my graduation.

Noor’s husband used to read my blog daily and comment on it. Some how he got to know me and Noor were batch mates. This later on gave a way to think about my blog story. Confused with my story, and the conversation history found in social media seen accidentally, made him to have a quick chat with me that night. On the rush to meet me, they met with an accident. After 3 days of struggle, Noor’s husband left us by saying –‘take care of Noor’ to me. I was all alone in the hospital by this time, as Noor went out to get medicine.

After waiting for minutes I could not see Noor back to hospital. This led me to search her and finally I got her in a bus stop crying alone. I spoke to her to live for herself, to live for her beloved ones, as she was talking about death. Any how I consoled her and walked with her till her home. I was surprised to see the gathering there. Initially, I thought they might have known Noor’s husband’s death. But, later on I found that it was Noor who was dead there.

I left the place crying all the way. Thinking what happened so far. With whom I was talking all the way. A week later I got a post that had letters written by Noor. I read them and almost cried. I could not read further. Tears rolled out of my eyes.

I needed a break to come out of this shock. So, I managed to get an opportunity to visit my client place for project purpose. I travelled US for a month or two. After two months I was back and the company announced yearly party. After the party everything changed again.

What happened to me after the party?