Dear best friend,
I guess, when people to whom you gave a piece of your heart leave, relieve the part from their possession and expect you not to carry a torch for him/her, and return the part. That part after being returned, doesn't fit in the same place it has been stolen from. You wonder why?
Because it's edges are not the same anymore, Every nook and corner has been carved with great care into something more beautiful, something more marvellous, to fit in the new place it has travelled to.
To it, are instilled adjectives, adding up to the beauty it already has, giving more meaning to it's presence.
And I think that's where the beauty lies. And that's what love is all about, isn't it?
So even though it doesn't fit anymore, even though it hurts to wear that part again. I ask you to bear with it. Walk around wearing it like an armor. It's an honour, a reward of giving love. It's not a shame or a sign of weakness. It's a memory of how much human you are.
Dear Best friend,
I guess, love is a combination of indefinite number of what Ifs and maybe's, rather than certainly's and surely's. It's something like you answer your what if's with maybe's and maybe's with your what if's.
It's confusing, isn't it? Let me explain.
Brain: What if she's not the one who will hold my heart in her soul and my hand in hers until eternity?
Heart: Maybe I will be the one to hold hers more dearly and her hands more firmly and never let go.
Brain: What if she's not the one who will love me until my last breath?
Heart: Maybe I will. Perhaps, I would continue to do so even in the afterlife if possible.*winks*
Brain: What if we are not each other's home?
Heart: Maybe we will rest under each other's shade and call it "Home".
Brain: Maybe she's not the one for me?
Heart: What if I'm the only one for her.
And the list goes on.
The only thing you'll be certain about is being totally, crazily, insanely in love with them.
And the good news is,
that's the only thing you need to be certain about.
And I'm certain about this one thing.
So now,
I want to ask you something, best friend.
Will you be my 'Maybe' forever?
Love,
Auburn.
Post script: idiom
To carry a torch for= To love or to be romantically infatuated with, especially when the feelings are not reciprocated