To the one that got away!

  "You like because, you love despite.."




To the love of my life,


You and I coming together was serendipity at its best. 


 I guess it's worth reminiscing the good ol' days for the last time and  I write this letter that I don't know will ever reach you but still might be worth a shot. That one last phonecall  that took it all away from me!! 


If only I had the courage back then to call you back and fix things. I know you waited for me to come back to you but I just didn't realize it then. There is this excruciating pain in my chest and I don't know where to let it all out so here I am taking shelter in my writing all over again. I keep re visiting our chats coz that is the last thread that I have to you, to see how your mind works, how beautiful a person you are that I do not have access to anymore. You once mentioned that everyone that you got close to gets taken away from you and I think I am cursed that way too!


For us, I believe there is no ending, because I know for sure, that we are connected beyond any physical realm. You are with me on this journey, and I still turn to you – in happiness, in sorrow, in despair. And isn’t that the highest form of emotion? Unconditional, and ironically, unrestrained. Now that you’re gone, there’s no sense of fear left – because I’m free… to love you without boundaries, without questions that need to be answered and without an unsettling hope that was always too turbulent to grasp.


Yes, I will always dream of the things we could’ve done together, the places we could’ve been and the emotional facets we could’ve explored – but nevertheless, I will discover all of that, with you in my heart. You gave me an infinity within the numbered days. And for that, I thank you.


Wherever you are my love, if this reaches you, know that you will always have a home in my heart. You are my treasure, my hoard… and though I can’t keep you, I can never let you go.


Love!


Yours Tupul! 



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