To You,

You always knew I loved writing. But do you remember, you wanted me to write a love letter to you?

Love Letter...? Love-Hate Letter?

Today, as I sit here at my desk, writing to you, for you, tears in my eyes, I still don’t know how to mention this letter?

Neither do I know how to address you? 

“My Dear”, “My Dearest” or “My Love” were never your favourite words.

Strange! Isn’t it?

Strange that I remember everything?

Strange that I remember you came into my life at a time of my dire need, like my pillar of strength. I found in you all that I was missing in myself for a very long time. Someone who would be able to guide me, lead me, help me understand and face all that was troubling me and take the most important decisions in my life. I spoke to you about my home, about my life... and you would patiently and quietly hear me out. 
We shared the same thoughts. Our wavelengths matched impeccably. I enjoyed being understood, pampered, loved... You often told me to “live the moment”, “this, too, shall pass”. But sometimes your words hurt me. I thought you were too overpowered by your own sadness – the one that makes you; “The Most Complicated You”

I was naïve. Every moment for me was like forever and I thought we were inseparable. Still, I stayed longer, only hoped we wouldn’t get bored of each other... Only thought, you wouldn’t break my heart and call it another victory?

It’s been a while since you've gone.

All the stories that start with “Once upon a time…” leave an impression of a happy ending. Unfortunately, I don’t have one, so I leave it here... without a happy ending

With Love!