Missing you daily has become a routine. It's like something, that I crave for every moment.I don't want to judge the process of missing, as 'good' or 'bad', I just love to miss you now.
I just love living this way. Many years have passed since we first met and still the memories of your first glance are so fresh, as if you've met me just yesterday ! I wish there was a device to measure all the longings and all the loneliness; all the tears, all the rage and all the insanity. A device to fill-up the vacuum that you created.
I don't have any regret, neither do I feel sorry for loving you. No one in this world can steal my pleasure ; pleasure to wait ! I want to wait . I still feel that I am standing all alone , waiting for you impatiently at the bus station and you're late as always. I have given up getting angry with you , but I can never give up waiting for you .
I still try to solve the puzzles in your silent eyes. I still try to reach the deepest fathoms of your soul. I struggle to feel the pain that you endure and you are so good at concealing it from me. Honestly, I hate your puzzles and riddles!
I am still coping with the fact that 'Escherichia Coli' is more important than me. Now, I understand... that staying together is less important than being with each other. I don't know what in this whole world made you tolerate my foolishness ? I wonder from where do you get that strength ? Thanks for never running away from 'what I am or I was'.
I just open my eyes for your dreams. I know very well that they are beyond my reach. It feels like I am chasing a sparkling mirage in the ruthless desert. I can't be like you. I still love rushing for my 'Pure gold' , foolishly, before anyone can!
Call me love-sick,love-stricken, insane, foolish etc. I am getting used to it and kind of loving all those words.
It gives a great pain when you ask me to 'Move on'. I want to, but I am so much bonded with you. You never say 'stay' but, 'I know'....