26th June 2016...
I knew it was the last time I would ever meet him...
I knew he would never love me..he would never feel the way I felt for him...
Yet...I wanted to meet..for the very last time...I wanted to feel his warmth...his last hug..his warm embrace and his lovely voice...they would be my very last memory i would ever share with him...
And all that I have today is old text message... unanswered calls and some old pictures...and a bundle of memories which is hard to forget
I still wonder..“does he even remember me...I was just a fling for him..."
Fling as the word suggests is temporary...a short period of enjoyment with someone without any true feelings...
It was just a fling for him..where as for me..it was love...He was my one and only...and true..I could never feel the same for someone else..
14th July 2017
With a heavy heart I sit down to play my violin..
And it's the same song he loved the most...but yes now it's become my favourite too[Lyrics]
"Oh, love
How I miss you every single day
When I see you on those streets
Oh, love
Tell me there's a river I can swim that will bring you back to me
'Cause I don't know how to love someone else
I don't know how to forget your face
Oh, love
God, I miss you every single day and now you're so far awaySo far away"
I got up from my chair and moved forward to my drawing room.. looking out of the window...I could see the clear sky... don't talk about shooting stars they break my heart..
And here goes another...I wonder how many people wished looking at these shooting stars and would soon end up breaking their hearts"I wonder whether cardiologist can fix broken hearts too"I laughed looking at those sparking little pieces of glitter shining in the night sky..
And All I whispered was...“i love you mom...I wish you were here today..."
Sometimes I wonder mom was here to console me nd kiss my forehead..I really need her today..
And as I walk towards the shelf I pic out my favourite book...the old memories that I buried right back on this very day...
Today I live with half a heart because the other half is with someone I cannot call my own..
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Short StoryAs she sits down with her violin...she only plays this one song which is much relatable with her present situation.. [ lyrics ] Oh, love How I miss you every single day When I see you on those streets Oh, love Tell me there's a river I can swim that...