It's all about Her

The Silence Between Us...

After that fight, everything between us changed.

We both acted so immaturely that it slipped beyond repair in those days.

It's funny how stubbornness can ruin even the most beautiful bonds.

Neither of us was willing to make the first move, too afraid to let go of our pride.

We let our egos drive the silence deeper, until it became impossible to find a way back.

But for me, it wasn't just about us.

It was about him and me.

That was the hardest part, knowing I wasn't just losing you, but I was losing to him.

And no matter how much it hurt, I couldn't bring myself to apologize.

Saying sorry would have meant losing not just to him, but to myself.

It would mean admitting that he mattered between us, and I couldn't accept that.

Seeing you every day but pretending you weren't there felt like a punishment.

Ignoring the girl I've always dreamed of, the one I'd admired from afar for so long, was unbearable.

Some nights, I'd imagine saying sorry, but then the thought of him being between us would stop me.

I couldn't do it. I couldn't let him win.

I had no one to confide in.

No one who could understand what I was going through.

So, I poured everything into my diary.

Every page felt like bleeding out the pain I was too scared to say aloud.

It was suffocating to bottle up so many emotions, emotions that could only have been relieved by you.

I've always believed that two souls don't find each other by accident.

We belonged to each other, I f not in this lifetime, then maybe in the next.

Maybe in another universe, where things align just right, we will find each other again.

"Until your heart melts,

Until your feelings felt,

Until you love me back,

Until this universe ends."

You've become more than just a person in my life; you live in my poetry, in the pages of this book I've started writing just to preserve the memories of you.

This fight made me realize how fragile everything is, and how much you mean to me.

The truth is, it was never just about us.

It was about the one you defended that day.

Maybe it hurt my pride, or maybe it broke my heart to see you care for someone else.

I hated knowing I wasn't enough.

I won't lie-sometimes I hated you.

I hated you for making me feel this way, for not loving me the way I love you.

But even in that hatred, I knew I could never truly stop caring about you.

You're the last thought before I sleep, the first thought when I wake up.

I still check my phone each morning, hoping to find a message from you.

And every time I don't, it stings a little more.

You've never loved me the way I love you.

I know that now. But that doesn't stop me from holding onto the hope that one day, you will.

I know it's foolish, saving your pictures in a private gallery, looking at them every night before I sleep, whispering,

"Arre yaar, kitni pyaari lagti hai ye..."

I've fallen in love with hope. And hope is a dangerous thing.

Every photo of you, every memory-everything that carries a piece of you has become precious to me.

I used to think photos were just pixels on a screen, but now I know better.

It's been five years, and I've saved over a hundred pictures of you.

Each one holds a moment I wish I could relive.

I realize now that even the smallest things connected to you are treasures I can't let go of.

You've made me understand that anything, no matter how trivial, becomes sacred when it belongs to you.

I know I'm a fool.

I know I'm wasting my efforts on someone who may never feel the same.

But you know what? I don't mind.

"I like being an idiot... when it's about you."

This silence between us, it's the heaviest burden I've ever carried.

But if being an idiot means I get to hold onto the hope of you, then I'll gladly carry it, even if it crushes me.

And that's how i survived the silence between us...