I don't Love you anymore by Rithvik singh

part 4

I will always be a stranger to what goes on in your heart. I'll always keep wondering if there's room for me in it.

It's no less than magic, you see, what your presence does to me.

Things are hard with people who don't love you hard. People whose love isn't the ocean but its waves. The ones who always leave you confused. They don't tell you that they love you, but they also don't accept that they don't. They hold your hand but refuse to hold your heart. They lend you space in their heart, but they don't let you stay in it.

There are people who will come back to you only after the world has pushed them away, and there'll be someone waiting with flowers at your doorstep despite hundreds of voices around them begging them to stay. Choose wisely.

You're at the airport, hugging them goodbye. You knew it would hurt, but it hurt a lot less when you had imagined it. Each step is taking them away from you. You've left your fragrance in the scarf they're wearing. In their hands, which you wouldn't be holding for a long, long time. Behind their ear, where you blew them kisses. In that blue shirt they wore way too often because you loved it. There's so much of you they're taking away with them, but you cannot go with them. You want them to stay, but you feel like a bird with feet wrapped in wires. There's more sadness in you than in the morning paper. You love them too much to not let them grow.

May your healing turn you into a river after rain

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I run out of words when you're around, it's true. I write for a living, but I live for you.

I remember everything about you, but nothing that I loved you for. I remember you laughing after seeing me in pain, hanging up calls, and smashing the door in my face. Throwing hot tea at me, watching me sit in a corner, drenched in anxiety. I remember you sleeping in my arms and talking about someone else. Taking me to the movies and using a dating app while holding my hand. Trust me, I've a hard time letting go of people, even after they show me they don't want me anymore, but my heart remembers everything you did to me. All because I loved you. All because I believed, for once, someone wouldn't choose to break my heart. But it's been long since I've been sad, months since I've cried on the bathroom floor. Trust me, I'm glad / don't love you anymore.