There's a little sadness in your heart when you hang up the phone after talking to them for hours. You hug them for a few more minutes at the metro station before saying goodbye. You spend ten days with them but cannot stop wishing for an eleventh. You're in love with them the way they move their eyebrows mid-conversations, the way their crooked teeth make the most beautiful smile, the way they laugh for hours about the silliest jokes, and the way their eyes widen and shine when they see your face. Never let them go, okay?
There are poems I've written about being in love, and poems I've written about being in pain, it's strange how they all read
exactly the same.
Love for you has always been a person, it's tragic how that person has never been you.
I'll watch 9 episodes of a show in one day, but keep postponing the last one. When things change. When fate changes. I avoid watching it. I try not to make it to the end. I bury my curiosity and start another show. I go out and meet a friend. I do everything I can to not let the show end. But I know I've got to face the ending, no matter how much it terrifies me, or how far I try to run away from it. I know the show has already ended. I know the ending won't change. This is not about shows.
I'm not the kind of person who wishes good for people who've wronged me.
My mother spoke to you with flowers in her mouth, but your words were thorns that pierced her heart. You don't deserve to be happy.
I held you on days when even the sun refused to bring you light, but you abused my kindness and left me alone that night. I hate what you did to my heart.
When I needed you the most, you left me alone with my fears and ghosts. I'm sorry, but I'm not angelic enough to mind seeing you in pain. This is what you deserve. This is all you've gained.
Love
It's in having tea at midnight with someone who is used to having it at night, only to give them company.
In forgetting the distance between cities and crossing it with a smile on your face only to put a smile on the face of the person you love.
Seeing a flower shop and immediately getting a few for someone.
Sitting on video calls at night and not talking to each other because you're both tired, but never being too tired to not make some time for each other.
Holding hands in busy streets and holding them tight at the end of a busy week.
It's in refusing to let distance change your feelings. In ensuring that love never leaves.
You're at a hill station, and there's too much fog to see the sun, but that doesn't make the place any less beautiful. Just because your path is unclear doesn't mean light doesn't exist. It doesn't mean the journey isn't beautiful or worth it.
Your heart becomes the heaviest thing to carry when it's overflowing with love for someone who always leaves you feeling unworthy of love.

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I don't Love you anymore by Rithvik singh
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