Every day, I wait for you. You never come.
Yet I persevere. One day I hope you will. With this hope, I live.
The last time I waited through the wee hours of the night. It was freezing. The cold tested my guts. I was frozen to the bone. I could have so easily quit. But then the pain was obscured by the joy in persevering with the thought that you would arrive. You never did.
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I could not sleep. You were in all my thoughts. I tried shutting you off my thoughts. I cleared my mind. I assumed I was at peace.
You somehow found the way to claw back.
When did I bestow this power upon you? Never realized all the way, that giving you this power was nothing but losing a few powers myself.
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It looked like an old folded piece of paper. I was about to dispose it off in the dustbin. But the writing seemed familiar. I opened the paper. It was one of the many letters you had written.
In flooded a multitude of thoughts. I was caught in a time warp – transporting me along a chain of events that resulted in the letter and the events that ensued thereafter. It still is a distinct memory. I felt like I was in a trance. I scurried out of it.
How a piece of paper could affect me so much still escapes me?
I quickly tore it to shreds and slowly they floated through the air and found their way into the dustbin.
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I wake up every morning. The first thing that I come across in the morning is your face. Consider me superstitious. I believe you bring me luck.
I’ve never told this to you.
I’ve always wanted to tell you this. I’ve wanted to tell you this and much more.
But you never gave me the chance.
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You are guilty as charged.
I hurt myself. I inflict pain upon myself. You make me do this. The thought of you makes me do this. I journey through a spiral of ache whenever I think of you.
So doesn’t that make you the culprit?
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You passed by. You never even noticed. I thought that was an anomaly.
The next time too, you did the same. I still wanted to consider it an aberration. Maybe you were pre-occupied with something else. One part of me told that everything wasn’t quite right but another part of me just refused to listen.
You do that even to this day. The two parts inside of me still conflict. When will you realize my existence and put an end to this tussle?
