It was 3:59 AM, The time when thoughts come lurking in my head. But you see, they dont just show up, they actually are born. Born out of no where. In thin air, we see nothing. Just like that ,these thoughts begot from nothingness to everything. The thoughts of you, Your voice, the laughter, the smile, that sense of humour, that sharpness yet steadiness ,I miss that, I think about that. The times we spent together, Our infinities ,now dead, lost in the echo of nothingness. But you see, they mean everything to me. They are a part of me, In short, they ARE me... I am because of the moments you gave me.. The love you left and the hole you created. The vacant space lurks for you. For your laughter, for your presence. I miss you dearly, eagerly and sadly! I am lost IN you and WITHOUT you. You were my way, you were my destination. you are my destruction and you are my saviour. You see? Im in an oxy-moronic paradoxical state of mind where what seems doesnt exist and what exists doesnt seem to be in real. Its about a perspective! My Perspective, Of you. I miss you, I feel the emptiness and I feel the emotional nervous break down like a chill down my spine. The fantasy, the divinity and elegance of you graceful LOVE will never be forgotten, FOR YOU ARE THE LOVE OF A WRITER AND WRITERS WRITE WHAT CANNOT DIE IN THEIR THOUGHTS. Now you see? You are merely not just a product of thought. But a Product of Love. And what Love is, my friends? Is something that cannot die. I Love you. The least I could say!! Syeda Aresha Shah
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 23:10:56 +0000
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