Sometimes we never value of the person, unless we are far away from them…

In the pursuit of success, I went too far, too far to look back and if I am with her or not..

Everyone hailed me as a man with a Midas touch but I know what I am.

I left her with promises of the moon and the stars, but I was so engrossed that I forgot all she wanted was my love and attention.

On going through her diary, I can feel her pain and her anguish on being in touch with me.

Her insecurity whenever she heard about my alleged linkups with a model or an heiress.

I can still remember the night before I left the town to carve an identity and make money.

The look in her innocent eyes were pleading me to stay but her words didn't. All I talked about were my plans, my dreams and my ambition. She was always there to hear me silently and giving me superficial smile. I knew she was upset yet I ignored thinking my riches may compensate her sorrow of being apart. I bade her goodbye. Never saw her again except for some occasional calls, which later stopped completely.

After five years and a gain of fortune and also being ditched by the woman with whom I got married, her thoughts came into my mind. How shallow was I to think that she'll accept me with open arms as I was her only love. But all I got was her photo and her diary, as there was no one to greet me at their home not even Blacky, our first pet dog… they left long back it must be tough for them … on turning the pages of diary I realised what a fool I was to leave her, for the sake of to be rich… now I have everything except her. She was waiting for me in spite of not being in touch with her. She was waiting for me in spite of hearing me dating girls more beautiful and rich than her. She was waiting for me even she knew that I won't come back… she didn't let anyone enter her life even though she knew that I had moved on.

The last page of her diary I noticed trail of dried teardrops over the black inked words, those words shook my soul and conscience

“Wish you could feel what I feel now, my love...I knew that you'd never be mine, the moment you decided to leave the town, the very place which gave us beautiful memories, though it's far away from the hustle bustle of the city you went. I’m not angry with you love, but rather I am upset with our fate.  I was in love with you even before you knew, and I love you like I always did. Your dreams has always been mine, it has been three long yrs since I last saw you, everyone including my parents and your aunt have asked me to move on. But how can it be possible? I lost myself in you ten years back and I can't be the same girl I was,  in between the childhood games and teenage idiotic crush on you in between I didn't realize how deeply fell in love with you .. Too much that I can't think of anyone else. I knew you've moved on. And I am not blaming you in fact you're too good for me and you definitely deserve someone better… your aunt came few months back told me about you, surprisingly she is very fond of you now unlike before, I told you at that time isn't to have patience she'll definitely like you as she likes her son.

She advised me to move on too, but it is impossible for me. The lanes, the sky, the trees, the clouds, all remind me of you. The old bakery shop is still the same, they still bake your favourite walnut brownie. Blacky still miss you, the swing you made at the yard is still the same. Whenever I feel down I sit there with the brownie thinking of you I find peace. Now I am doing more often as the pain is getting better of me. It is good that you left as at least you can't see me at this state now. I don't look good at all, its great that you found your match.

Even though I knew I'm not yours now. But it can't stop me to love you and wait for you till the pain takes me over to other world as I am losing my strength with every passing day. Wish I could see you at least once before I die… all the memory of yours would be that night you left… wish you were mine forever… ”