Dear ex-crush,
I miss you. Sometimes! I miss you so much that I fall in the
well of regret and the never ending ‘what ifs?’ I should have confessed my likings
for you rather than hiding like a young naive girl hoping you would be her
prince charming. But the ‘so-called’ culture pulled me back each time I tried
to reach out. Well, I miss you at this very moment and the guilt pinches me
hard. My life is good, but still there is an empty hollowness somewhere. I need
to put the mud of oblivion in the empty space unlike the girls in Pretty Little
Liars who had dumped many bodies but each time they get caught. I want to
escape.
I won’t tag our relationship as ‘Just friends’. I felt you
too had a crush on me but neither of us made the first move and our time
together ended with saying, ‘I am happy for you. Stay happy.’ You were the only
guy to write in my scrapbook. I do not have the courage to tear those two pages
you had written. Destroying would mean I was destroying the happiness those pages
bring. I might never harm them.
I will never be over with you. Because:
You were and never will be my weakness.
You do not make me vulnerable.
You gave me strength to believe in myself.
You made me discover my potential.
You believed in me.
And this is why I miss you.
Who met you at crossroads
Let me also celebrate this 100th post. Happy. Content. Carry On.
Let me also celebrate this 100th post. Happy. Content. Carry On.
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