Hey there,
While you're busy exploring the roots of the underground and penning poignant poems about unnamed women, here I am, writing a letter, which in all odds,you will probably never come across.I'm mildly,secretly hopeful though...you're the only one who holds the faintest idea about the existence of this blog.
I'm glad you're keeping busy. I'm glad you're writing poems. I've been occupied too,with the usual. But you, my friend, you've been a persistent disturbance in my otherwise preoccupied days. You burst forth,uninvited and unforeseen, and hover around until I force you away with moist eyes. You never seem to go away,though. And that scares me.
I'm scared that you'll always be around, even if you're not. I'm scared that you'll make me tear up, every single time, always. I'm scared of feeling this way forever. And what scares me more is that this is probably all I have left of you, and a part of me refuses to bid goodbye completely. I never can, you know.
I miss you.
I miss coming back to you, recounting the tiniest of detail,the deepest of my thoughts, the silliest of my observations. I miss your patience, your happiness, your reproaches, your ambitions, your silence and your words..but most importantly, I miss us.
