If I could write a letter to you, maybe a poem or a story I would have poured my heart out, eloquently listing out your charm, your smile and your love.
But alas I am not a writer like you nor could I become a partner like you. You had such a beautiful way to express yourself and you never missed an opportunity to show your love.
How is that after all this time, after all the fights, all the heartbreaks, questions, accusations and tears I can only remember your smile, your charm, your daily stories, your laugh. ...
How is that after all this time, I still miss your presence, your essence in my life.
I remember those silent coffee mornings, busy breakfasts and chaotic evenings. Those crazy dances around the coffee table, the unending giggles at midnight.
I miss you... I miss being with you, I miss loving you, I miss those snarky comebacks, I miss those judgemental fashion inputs, I miss ...... Didn't I tell you am not a writer.
I wonder do you remember my presence, do I make a dent in your memories, am i remembered when you have your coffee, do you miss my hug when you have nightmares.....
If I could write a letter to you, a poem or a story ...... I would have poured my heart out in a confession, that letting you go was my biggest defeat and remembering you will always be my solace.
ಮುಗಿಯದ ಕಥೆ ಚಿತ್ರದ ಹಾಡು ನೆನಪಿಗೆ ಬಂತು..ಕಂಗಳು ವಂದನೆ ಹೇಳಿದೆ ಹೃದಯವು ತುಂಬಿ ಹಾಡಿದೆ..ಆಡದೆ ಉಳಿದಿಹ ಮಾತು ನೂರಿದೆ..
ReplyDeleteAm not a writer..poet..the write up is fillimb with that.. But expressing every drop of heartfelt feel...the way the writeup had.been built..and landed perfect ..CB at her best ...
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