26th August, 2019
The stars aligned perfectly, hugging my cold, lost self with a blanket permanently (or as I thought it to be). Days went by like a flowing stream, unknown realisation blowing like the wind....I was loved. For the first time, I felt love. And I cannot explain how much I mean this word here, just as always and forever.
Every path we walked hand in hand, every sunset we watched being in each other's arms and every smoke our lips cried, I remember that I felt love.
How much I kept her safe, how much I could feel her depth and how much she meant to me, she was love to me. She will always be.
For the day she left and since the day she left, I could never convince myself that she's ever gone. She is right there...in her small room lit up with her smile, by the sidewalk amidst the foot-crushed pink lip-stained cigarettes, the metro station where I still find her amongst the crowd, and my blue kurti that she loved on me which still smells like her. I loved her.
I still find you in everyone I meet, I still hope to be happy once again, love myself as you told me to...
And I loved her. Loved her.
I love you. I will always do.
Love,
Fiancé
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