From
Me,
Obviously.
To
You,
Where it Belongs.
Dear,
I hope this letter finds you in eternal bliss and perpetual happiness. Every time you read this, you must know that you have made your choice, and a good one at that. Your choice to leave me.
Do you remember falling in love? I don't. But I can't help but remember us falling out of it. I remember. Every little detail of it, completely. I still remember that moment of pain when our relationship shattered in front of my own eyes and my love being torn apart with you walking away.
So here I am, trying to think of what went wrong; Guessing too hard about your emotions which you never show; Pushing myself to analyse if our times together were real. In this letter I will get happy, maybe angry, sometimes even sad. Beyond the veils of these emotions I portray, look hard to find some true facts. You will have some food for thought.
I'm now going through a burden of my past memories.
Because if we treat our past with nonchalance, it will come back hard to haunt us.
That' why I feel I will have to share it with you.
The first time when I saw you, nothing dramatic happened. The sky did not fall over the roof. The ground was still at my feet. But then, you cast a gaze upon me. A gaze which was cruel enough to strike my heart with fierce pain. Maybe that's why you are such a Heart-Throb.
For an year, I never knew your name. I didn't even bother finding out. Because I felt you were mine. And Because, after looking at your eyes, my brain functionality does stop. No, I'm not going to make metaphors about your eyes. Silly, what's the point in comparing beauties?
We all have friends. Some friends for a reason, some for a season. And some for a lifetime. Both of us had such mutual friends. And so, the circumstantial social pressure was the reason for our friendship.
Before I liked how you were. But then, I started to fancy you. I liked everything about you. The way you talk, the way you walk, the way you smile, the way you show style.
We had meaningful conversations. You once told me "Looks are merely a facade. Its the living room of heart that needs to be beautiful." And you mean what you say. I respected your philosophies of life.
Somehow, you unsophisticated my life. It was all plain, easy.
We didn't talk much, but texted a lot. It's always been like that. We haven't spoken much to each other. But the mutual affection between two people could not be measured by merely the number of words they exchange. Sometimes, what couldn't be said in person without awkwardness, can be texted with ease.
I think somewhere between, "Hi, what doing?" to "I wish you stay like this forever", I fell in love with you.
It was strange. I didn't know what it meant, to me, to us.
I didn't know if I had to be honest and tell you that feeling, or hide the fact to save our friendship.
I didn't know if you loved me.
I formulate the question in my head.
I ask myself whether it is something that I really want to know.
I ask myself whether the answer will probably make me happy or sad.
You could have even refused to answer, and I might think of the worst.
So I did what all the brave boys do: drop it like honey, instead of pouring it like milk.
I was dropping you hints. The clues to find out the path to my heart.
But, you were smart. You knew already. And, you were brave. You gave me a green signal before I even made a move.
On that midnight, something unique happened. Nobody proposed. Nobody accepted.
We said we love each other.
Life after that, was on a whole new plane. It was happiness, served in a silver spoon.
It's not just about the love. It's about the responsibility, the respect, the reality of it which makes it better.
We had our share of fights, but we always got back. We had our whole life planned ahead of us.
We had our moments.
I look back at what you did to me.
You lifted me up as a person. You bared my grief. You shared my pain. You were an integral part of my life. How nice it is, to have someone interested in you, to care about you, always, forever.
It was like magic. But sadly, magic can sometimes be just an illusion.
When you are in love, reality doesn't affect you much. You give importance to trivial things, and forget the most important ones. You think its going to last forever, but forever does come with an expiration date.
I don't know what it was. Maybe it was me, maybe it was you, maybe it was your dad, maybe it was our life. Apart from assigning blames, the hard reality that striked me was, you wanted to breakup.
Break-up. Just like that.
I know once you have made up your mind, there was no convincing otherwise.
I had sleepless nights. I wondered how you had the courage to speak those words to me. I thought how you could be so rude to not even tell me why.
I thought about it. Maybe it was something I did. But then, you said I was fine, it was not me.
I didn't know why. It eluded me. It was an Identity Crisis. I didn't know who I was anymore. I felt lonely without you. I felt angry with you, for putting me in this state. I felt sad that it had come to an end.
I need you to give me a reason why I feel so depressed.
I need a reason why I cannot concentrate on anything but you.
My world is turning upside down. I'm spinning round and round.
I want to know why you gave me hope and then took it all away.
There was a time when I was afraid to lose you. I was afraid you may not need me as much as I need you. When my worst fears came true, I didn't handle it well.
I said myself I won't remember you. But every time I say that, I always end up remembering you. Now when you were gone, I realized how much I loved you. I realized how many petty fights we could have avoided, how many perfect moments we could have had. Thinking about you, I always cry. I used to be a strong person who never cried. But now that you are gone, I realize you were my strength.
You feel bad for me now. You say you still love me, but we can't be together. You say we are like parallel lines with a lot in common, but can never join. You have your reasons and I respect your privacy.
And I love you enough, to let you go!
I just wonder if you spare a moment to think of me. If I still mean the same to you.
But apart from that, I'm learning to move on.
Now, why write a letter about things which both of us already know?
Because in my experience, I have learnt that the most common feature in human nature is to forget.
The rate at which we forget things is astonishing.
So, this is a remembrance letter, to remind you of our past.
To remind you of a fragment in your past which you will try hard to forget.
So cheers, go ahead and make your life.
Yours always,
Me.
P.S. I love you.
Footnote: Incidents portrayed are fictional constructs. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
Me,
Obviously.
To
You,
Where it Belongs.
Dear,
I hope this letter finds you in eternal bliss and perpetual happiness. Every time you read this, you must know that you have made your choice, and a good one at that. Your choice to leave me.
Do you remember falling in love? I don't. But I can't help but remember us falling out of it. I remember. Every little detail of it, completely. I still remember that moment of pain when our relationship shattered in front of my own eyes and my love being torn apart with you walking away.
So here I am, trying to think of what went wrong; Guessing too hard about your emotions which you never show; Pushing myself to analyse if our times together were real. In this letter I will get happy, maybe angry, sometimes even sad. Beyond the veils of these emotions I portray, look hard to find some true facts. You will have some food for thought.
I'm now going through a burden of my past memories.
Because if we treat our past with nonchalance, it will come back hard to haunt us.
That' why I feel I will have to share it with you.
The first time when I saw you, nothing dramatic happened. The sky did not fall over the roof. The ground was still at my feet. But then, you cast a gaze upon me. A gaze which was cruel enough to strike my heart with fierce pain. Maybe that's why you are such a Heart-Throb.
For an year, I never knew your name. I didn't even bother finding out. Because I felt you were mine. And Because, after looking at your eyes, my brain functionality does stop. No, I'm not going to make metaphors about your eyes. Silly, what's the point in comparing beauties?
We all have friends. Some friends for a reason, some for a season. And some for a lifetime. Both of us had such mutual friends. And so, the circumstantial social pressure was the reason for our friendship.
Before I liked how you were. But then, I started to fancy you. I liked everything about you. The way you talk, the way you walk, the way you smile, the way you show style.
We had meaningful conversations. You once told me "Looks are merely a facade. Its the living room of heart that needs to be beautiful." And you mean what you say. I respected your philosophies of life.
Somehow, you unsophisticated my life. It was all plain, easy.
We didn't talk much, but texted a lot. It's always been like that. We haven't spoken much to each other. But the mutual affection between two people could not be measured by merely the number of words they exchange. Sometimes, what couldn't be said in person without awkwardness, can be texted with ease.
I think somewhere between, "Hi, what doing?" to "I wish you stay like this forever", I fell in love with you.
It was strange. I didn't know what it meant, to me, to us.
I didn't know if I had to be honest and tell you that feeling, or hide the fact to save our friendship.
I didn't know if you loved me.
I formulate the question in my head.
I ask myself whether it is something that I really want to know.
I ask myself whether the answer will probably make me happy or sad.
You could have even refused to answer, and I might think of the worst.
So I did what all the brave boys do: drop it like honey, instead of pouring it like milk.
I was dropping you hints. The clues to find out the path to my heart.
But, you were smart. You knew already. And, you were brave. You gave me a green signal before I even made a move.
On that midnight, something unique happened. Nobody proposed. Nobody accepted.
We said we love each other.
Life after that, was on a whole new plane. It was happiness, served in a silver spoon.
It's not just about the love. It's about the responsibility, the respect, the reality of it which makes it better.
We had our share of fights, but we always got back. We had our whole life planned ahead of us.
We had our moments.
I look back at what you did to me.
You lifted me up as a person. You bared my grief. You shared my pain. You were an integral part of my life. How nice it is, to have someone interested in you, to care about you, always, forever.
It was like magic. But sadly, magic can sometimes be just an illusion.
When you are in love, reality doesn't affect you much. You give importance to trivial things, and forget the most important ones. You think its going to last forever, but forever does come with an expiration date.
I don't know what it was. Maybe it was me, maybe it was you, maybe it was your dad, maybe it was our life. Apart from assigning blames, the hard reality that striked me was, you wanted to breakup.
Break-up. Just like that.
I know once you have made up your mind, there was no convincing otherwise.
I had sleepless nights. I wondered how you had the courage to speak those words to me. I thought how you could be so rude to not even tell me why.
I thought about it. Maybe it was something I did. But then, you said I was fine, it was not me.
I didn't know why. It eluded me. It was an Identity Crisis. I didn't know who I was anymore. I felt lonely without you. I felt angry with you, for putting me in this state. I felt sad that it had come to an end.
I need you to give me a reason why I feel so depressed.
I need a reason why I cannot concentrate on anything but you.
My world is turning upside down. I'm spinning round and round.
I want to know why you gave me hope and then took it all away.
There was a time when I was afraid to lose you. I was afraid you may not need me as much as I need you. When my worst fears came true, I didn't handle it well.
I said myself I won't remember you. But every time I say that, I always end up remembering you. Now when you were gone, I realized how much I loved you. I realized how many petty fights we could have avoided, how many perfect moments we could have had. Thinking about you, I always cry. I used to be a strong person who never cried. But now that you are gone, I realize you were my strength.
You feel bad for me now. You say you still love me, but we can't be together. You say we are like parallel lines with a lot in common, but can never join. You have your reasons and I respect your privacy.
And I love you enough, to let you go!
I just wonder if you spare a moment to think of me. If I still mean the same to you.
But apart from that, I'm learning to move on.
Now, why write a letter about things which both of us already know?
Because in my experience, I have learnt that the most common feature in human nature is to forget.
The rate at which we forget things is astonishing.
So, this is a remembrance letter, to remind you of our past.
To remind you of a fragment in your past which you will try hard to forget.
So cheers, go ahead and make your life.
Yours always,
Me.
P.S. I love you.
Footnote: Incidents portrayed are fictional constructs. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
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