Lost…

“Ticket please”.
Does this guy know any other words? You would have said, “ He is just doing his job, sweetheart. Don’t judge him by that.”
The twinkle in your eyes would save the world one day. That ready smile you always had for anyone, TC, bus conductor, salesman, fruit seller, watchman, children, all grandmas and everyone else. It was one thing which was not mine to keep, it was for everyone. Am I talking in past tense now? Well, why not, dear, why not?

“Hey, watch it!”.
Oops, do I do that every single day? Walking headfirst into someone? You always have that effect on me. From the day we met, that effect, is the thing which makes me feel like holding on you forever. Am I making any sense? Probably not. How can one have any sense when only thing that mattered to them is gone, forever? One moment we were walking together hand in hand and the next you were gone? My life is just the bunch of moments now. Moments I remember from past, moments I miss from past, moments I want to happen, moments I miss because of memories of past. Why you had to leave so early? We were about to kick start our life. Weren’t we?

People ask, have I forgotten how and why you left me in middle of a journey? But do they really know us? We were’nt even started with the journey. And may be you left for some stupid so called real life reasons. But do I have to tarnish the best of you because of those few words? Isn’t forgetting few hurting words worthwhile if it lets you keep the stack of nicest memories free of any stains? People say I should move on. But I say move on to what? Seek someone to replace you? May be I should. But will it be same as before? Will I be able to love that person as much as I love you?

May be asking these questions is as stupid as refusing to let go of something that is not mine anymore. Only thing that refrains me from acceptingthe facts is the hollowness it would create. In my mind and in my life. No. I am not ready. I won’t give up my feelings even if I know there is no chance I will ever have you in my life again. I won’t. I won’t.

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