For You,

             Too far are we. Too connected I am. Too separated are we. My heart longs to make you mine. It’s strange, it’s weird how things escape from the clutches of our heart. People who once cohered to us now rarely even accept our adherence.

These letters are for you, but not to you. They are never going to reach you. These letters will never be touched by your soft, moist hands. Never will a drop of tear wet these letters. Never will these letters oblige your presence. Never will they meet you.

Someone like you can change so much was beyond my imagination. But I remember once you told me about your nightmare, your dream, about our separation, and how we had laughed at that silly dream. Silly then, real now! You never know when your dreams come true! Things or feelings that we laughed at,  are now with us, and worst, are laughing at us! We laughed at our separation, we are separated. We laughed at our distances; we are now so far apart. We laughed at our absence, we are absent from each other’s lives. This is what life actually is! Play with love, you have everything. Love plays with you, leaves you with nothing.

I miss you. I miss me. I miss us.

Something that connected us earlier, is now gone, may be gone to the heavens.

Who took that thing? Do you have any idea? Wish I knew who took that thing and where, so that I could have brought it back, painted it with the paint of my love, dipped it full in the ocean of feelings, and again reconnected us. I miss you, a lot, more than I can write, more than words could hold. This letter cannot reflect the tears in my eyes, the disgust on my face, the wound in my heart and the cuts on my wrist. I wish your beautiful eyes could see of all these, and compel you to cry, once, empathize with me, so that you would come and hug me tight, kiss my forehead, look into my eyes and say softly, “I am sorry that I went away, that I left you all alone. I still love you.”  I wish you come again and wave your hands through my hair. I wish you wipe your lips on my shirt after having your drink and smile like an innocent kid. I wish you could again sleep on my chest. I wish these wishes come true.

Do you still feel the way I do? Do you miss the old ‘Us’? Do you miss the warmth of my arms? Do you miss the smiles on our faces? Do you miss the blush on your cheeks? Do you miss the love in our hearts? Do you miss me? Do you miss the time we had together? Do you miss the mere feeling of togetherness? 

These questions will remain unanswered to my heart. Cupid will look for answers, but will end up with yet another question…

Goodbye…

Take care.

I still love you…

From,

A Broken Me