Dear Stranger,
It’s been years
now since I have seen you. It feels like ages have passed. I close my eyes and
feel your existence. Every time I do so, I feel like coming to you and cuddle
you. But my heart doesn’t permit me to do so as it knows that the fault was
mine and my heart doesn’t permit me to hurt you again.
I knew that I
shattered your dreams. I knew that I broke your heart, you trust, your belief
in the true love. I knew that every bad thing in the world was happening
because of me. I knew I was the culprit and I robbed everything from you. I
knew everything, but I stayed silent. I wanted to stop you when you were going,
but I was paralyzed enough to do so. All I could see that time was your walk.
You were moving away. And I was gazing you moving away from me, you went so far
from me, and slowly you faded away, you disappeared from the range of my eyes,
you vanished from my life. I didn’t even try to find you out.
I wanted to hold
you for a moment and cry in your lap for as long as I can. But I didn’t do
that. I wanted to hold you and look in your eyes for infinite long time. But I
didn’t do that. I wanted to hold you and, live and laugh with you forever. But
I didn’t do that. I wanted to do that but I was unable. So I didn’t do that. I
didn’t do that to make you secure so that you won’t be getting up hurt anymore
because of me. I didn’t do that because you don’t deserve a fugitive like me. I
didn’t do that because I knew I was not the right one for you. I didn’t do that
because I knew you deserved someone much much better than me. I didn’t do that
because I knew one day you’ll find a guy who will love you more than his life.
Sorry!
And then again,
the time started floating. But now it was taking us to completely different
directions. You started living all up again. And my struggle to mark my
existence is still going on.
Now, I don’t have
the right to say you much. But all I would say to you that whenever you need me
I’ll be there for you. I don’t care if we ever talk again, but I’ll always care
about you, as much as I’d hate to admit it. If you called me five years from
now at 3 o’clock in the morning, asking for someone to talk to, I’d rush to be
by your side. I don’t want to care, but I do!
Good Luck.
The known stranger.
Wonderful 😊
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