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We Could Have Been More

I would miss you endlessly, when apart

You would kiss me to mend my heart

I would cuddle you when a storm lingered by

You would walk me home, hug me when I cry

I would shower you with all my gushing

You would shake your head, say sweet nothings

I would surprise you with your favourite meals.

You would wink at me and damn, those feels!

You would promise me the stars, the sun, the moon

In the cover of night I would sneak in your bedroom

We would talk about anything and everything

We would look at each other and say nothing

We would compliment each other out of the blue

When we would fight, hell would have no clue

We would say those words of love and care

And pray for this to last, precious and rare

But this was my dream, now growing distant and uncared for

Because there was never a we, but we could have been more.
-m.k.

Excerpt from my Life part 3 (The last letter to my love)

Dearest Love,

I wish to say so many things to you. So many thoughts I wish to say out loud but alas I can’t find the words. Its silly, really. 

But what’s the harm in trying right? So here goes. 


See, we’ve been through a lot, haven’t we? Of course we have. We’ve come a long way from being strangers. Here we are now, on the crossroads where calling each other friends won’t do justice to the relationship that we have. Definitely more than friends but arguably not lovers

Being affectionate towards each other was normal for us, especially in our own unique ways. I’m referring to you and me calling each other some crazy names and also the time where we threatened to destroy some essential belongings of each other’s. Also let’s not forget the physical proximity and those rare but kind and hugely impactful gestures. 

See, the problem is, somewhere through the journey, my affection grew but not yours. I tried to not let it get to me because believe it or not, it would have affected the way things were between us, however they were– good or bad, doesn’t matter.

Also, you being in love with someone else didn’t really help my situation. 

So, here I am, writing a letter to you which you would never read, I’ll make sure of it. One might say, “Yeah, sure. You’re posting it online!” Don’t worry, I’m covered. My love doesn’t like reading stuff. Chill. 

Coming back, I have distanced myself from you, physically and virtually at least and you know that. There’s a strong possibility of you never hearing from me again, ever; and as much as I hope for it to happen, I know you’re not going to contact me either. You just aren’t like that, you know? Like the ones who make effort for someone they care about. At least in this case, you’re not. And if you have a problem in showing that you care I guess its good that we’re parting ways

You’re gonna be fine without me. You know it, I know it. Can’t say the same about myself.


In any case, until this humongous feeling of love that I have for you goes away from my mind and my heart, I’ll keep looking at your pictures, at our pictures, and I’ll keep walking down the memory lane, reminiscing about our precious times together.


Until I fall out of love with you,

Yours and only yours,

M

P.S. I never got the chance to say this out loud but I fucking love you.

In the middle of a heartache 

I don’t need that morning text from you but it would be nice to see it once in a while.

I don’t need you to pamper me with precious jewels, a rose from you would make me smile. 

I don’t need you to call me and talk all day but you know how much I love hearing your voice at the end of the day. 

I don’t need you to say how much you love me but randomly hearing how much I mean to you soothes my insecurities.

I don’t need you to bring me the moon and the stars, but a cuddle with you as we watch them shine is my fairytale. 

I don’t need you to talk to me on phone for hours on end but hearing you say “baby, please stay” warms my heart. 

I don’t need you say I’m beautiful when my eyeliner is perfect, but hearing you say I’m perfect especially when I’m not, heals me. 

I don’t mind the kisses but hugs would be a cherry on top.

Its the little things you do that make me love you more but it saddens me to say you don’t do them anymore. 

–m.k.

Surya

I’ve traced the ocean waters
I’ve kissed highland breeze
Risen with the misty mornings
I’ve melted antarctic freeze

I’ve warmed the stray on roads
I’ve stirred the crops in fields
I glow in the summer’s June but 
I fade in the winter’s yields 

However, the shadows veil me
As my lover takes his nightly leap
But tomorrow I’ll shine bright, I know
As my moon goes back to sleep
–m.k.

(Credits to the respective owner of the artwork. Found it on Google)

Excerpt From My Life.

Here I am. Again. It’s been a while. 

I’ve craved the woodsy smell of paper and the ink stains on my hands. I’ve missed seeing my handwriting on paper, I’ll be honest. And I’ve missed getting lost in the thought of someone or something so much so that I forget I am supposed to be writing about them. I’ve missed the aloofness.

And these cravings have been satiated now, surprisingly, because of you. Yes surprisingly because you, my dear, are the source of all of my cravings, the epitome of all my wants.

But you never fulfilled them. 


Yet, here I sit with a thoughtful expression on my face, trying to relive all the memories of us. Reminiscing. Its nothing big. Just need to remind myself how I once perceived perfection’s human incarnate.

Oh yes. You were that important.

Hmm. You. Us.

Sigh.

Nostalgia is such a strong emotion. But so is repulsion. And you, my dear, have made me experience both of them together. 

And one more. The strongest one, which I desperately wish to feel again but despise with equal fervour.

Quite the peculiar one, I must admit: Love

And so I believe we’ve arrived at the plot twist.

Hmm. Love.

Yes, yes. I know. How sappy, pathetic and mainstream it is.
But, I also happen to know how wonderful, amazing and beautiful it is. 

Pardon. Was.

There we go! Past tense and love! One of the craziest combinations of all times and admittedly, the most gut wrenching because the ending is almost always a very, very sad one. It would probably make the monster under your bed sob of sadness. 

But we’re human! What are we if not survivors?

So, instead of cursing you to death for not loving me and breaking my heart and whatnot, I would like to thank you for being an utter a** and giving me a good taste of the real world. 

Damn. You really hurt me but you were the real deal. 

So, it’s okay. I guess. I’ve learned to survive because of you.

I hope we have no ice between us.

I will forever hope for your wellbeing and also that you never find love again only to crush it to nothingness, again. 

So, thats that. I guess I can go on about writing lovesick poems and ballads about you now. 

Until I find another craving!

Yours Truly,

M.

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Picture credits: @icapturethee ❤ on Instagram