It is that part of Night again.. and here and i am remembering you.. Your smile that took my heart away.. your eyes that said so much to me without talking.. the way your body used to talk to me without speaking.. i was like a fly captivated in a glass yet happy that i could see you everyday !!
You were my sunshine then and now although now i am away from my sunshine.. i am on dark side of moon where light does not come :(.. no need to be so dramatic Ragz.. she is happy there.. just does not remember you i guess..
when will i stop remembering her.. i guess never.. the scar is deep.. and still fresh. Oh those old innocent days when i used to reach school early just to get first sight of her !! she looked so beautiful to me whatever she wore, what am i saying she used to wear uniform like everyone else but my heart knows it looked different on her ! this heart has been consumed too much it does not have the capacity to love again and they say..
So true but so cruel it makes me ache, listening to these sad songs alone and imagining you. What would you be doing right now? sleeping? looking beautiful as always. i always imagined that you are super soft like velvet. I am sure HE enjoys touching you but i don't know why i am crying writing this. Well you have brought the writer out of me read cash which was locked out so below and now when all systems have changed for good i think i will stop writing , it's not mentally good for me.
love i don't know if that was.. it feels deeply aching that i know. Well at-least one of us is happy and i am happy that it's you. Makes me feel good sometimes for few seconds then again i return to my solitary melancholy having no cacophony of your sweet voice that interacted with me on its own.
they say women have greater peripheral vision so you always knew i was heavy for you then why did you interact with me when i was content that you are out of my league and i was happy in my loneliness and yet then you came like a hurricane making me fly in your wind. Oh ! that lovely smell, by the way i still have your one hair that i smell so often still feels good. Damn ! am i a stalker.. but i don't think i ever made you feel uncomfortable.
I am writing this surely where it will not reach you after all i have blocked all our mutual contacts so that i don't get a whiff of you which would turn me into a OCD guy like in that movie Young Adult clinging on to you.
You my love be happy !