Once a trampled leaf asked me,” What it’s like to be perennially forgotten? Especially by someone you loved?”
I felt dumped at it’s setting only. A nice goofy autumn breeze striking me gently with an epiphany.
Was this love so cold or you just left on some petty ground of infidelity?
You didn’t even care to cater to the nuances and just became an figure to me- A factual illusion.
That leaf had a point. It never bemoaned over my death. Rather it embraced it’s transitory existence. The breeze took it away but it saw me at peace.
I needed a closure, for you never came back. This green wanderlust did.
Maybe I didn’t meet it back then when your whole existence just pounced on me and I felt like a cork ready to pop out from a bottle of champagne. I was all stoked and my heart raced through a million marathons skipping beats every fucking minute.
You made me feel better. Yeah that simple and sad that I realised it when you left. You just loved me more that you couldn’t bear a thought of being hurt . So you decided to be a temporary imprint in my life. I guess I’ll never forgive myself for that because eventually I lost a beautiful soul. But I forgive you for giving up on our love. Maybe you deserved something huge, something ravishing.
I realised I should embrace who adore me more than anything. Maybe I faltered there but I’m not falling for that again.
You won’t be back but I’ll make sure I never give up on love, irrespective of compromises, flaws and most importantly destiny.
P.S- Forgot to put a “Dear” before your name. Because I can’t confront writing to someone who’s so much alive in my heart. Letters are meant for those far away. But you dwell here, in my heart.
An effort to sue up your mind with a letter inspired by “Looking for Alaska”. Tried gelling it up with a little surrealism. Hope you like it.