To the recently made stranger,
Days were pretty good.
Nights were beautiful.
Your warm words soothing my cold heart. Those cold nights with your shivering fingers on my face. The freshness of the morning which doubled simply by you being on my side.
Me cuddling in my cosy blanket and you caressing my hair..oh those days!
Have you ever felt like that..for me?
For the girl who gave you everything? For whom you meant everything?
I guess no.
The way you left me..the arrant validation for that NO.
Here I am, regretting, crying and believing that one day..maybe one fair day you will come; yet again, and look at me the way you looked two months ago.
It's been two months. Just mere two months. I'm unfazed in saying that I..I still love you!
You were the way I dressed.
The way I did my hair.
The way I smiled.
You meant everything.
My dear, you left me as a day dreamer and a night thinker. One who weeps and screams and yet leaves no hint on that white, comfy pillow on which once we both laid and talked of sweet secrets. Now it suffers a lot.
I've been shattered into pieces; pieces that can never be rebuild into that strong and fearless girl which I was two months ago.
The charm filled girl is lost. The adorbs I beholded are lost.
You came like a falling star. Very bright and lively but ended up disappearing and lost!
You came like a wild breeze but ended up with a silence in my life.
Such damage and wreckage...but... still I love you.
The bottom of my heart still hits a little faster when I see those flowers that you gave me.. I still water them.
The book you gave me on my birthday with a beautiful smile on your face still makes me lost.
Do you remember our Christmas day-out? I still have those photos of you wearing those beard and laughing out loud. Though torn..yet I have.
My nights are still cold; but along with my heart with no warmness.
I still dream; but not with you by my side.
I still buy flowers; but that's a treat for myself as I won't get them from you now.
Oh!
How can I forget the shirt of yours. The white shirt. The one you left. It still restores your smell and occupies my mind and heart.
Each and every moment spent with you is worth remembering and cherishing.
Though you don't feel the same.
But...
I love you and will do forever and ever...maybe still a little longer.
Yours,
The broken girl.