Before when the days were bright and promising, I would always find myself day dreaming. We were together in a place I don't know where but it was somehow like a secret place where I always find you smiling and confident about us. Underneath a tree where you'd tell me things I have never heard before and I was too mesmerized I only hear your voice and stare into your bright eyes with so many possibilities. We were sea gulls in a wide open sky and below us is the vast blue sea.
If I would stretch out my hand further and gather my strength just to touch you while sleeping, if its the last time I would be able to embrace you..I would. I know I am a fool for love. But this was my life. You were my life. If a person would tell me that shifting life to a different life is easy then that person is a phantom. I am not and I was a happy person despite of all the hardships. If only you gripped my hand tighter or if only I gripped yours tighter..A love like ours was destined to happen but you can still call this love. This is the kind of love that teaches us to love more and to value the person. My life with you was not empty. It was not gray either. It was colorful. Red, Pink, Yellow, Green, Blue, Black and White.
I would wake up from now on reluctantly but I will move on. I can't stay crying every day. I would save these tears for the day when we meet again. Like unread love letters..unsent. I would read them out loud for you. I know, loneliness visits you often, it visits me too..I just don't know who it visits first..me or you..but if you do feel lonely at times, I do too. We know, we do not deserve to be separated from all the things we have been through. I am still your best friend. I told you many times and the most remarkable was when we were walking on a crowded road and you told me all your insecurities. From then on, I promised to you I will be your best friend for life. I may ask you every day from afar about the weather. The weather concerns me a lot especially for you. Bad weather, negative feelings..but even Good weather reminds us of good times but since we are apart, good times are like mirrors..with our situation, its too sad to face mirrors. I see a smokey image of you..you felt cold but what matter is, I could still feel you. You are still here...with me.
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