letters that never found you
Just write, write, and write, but don't say it out to the world. It will spread like fire. I miss someone, but I will never confess it again. Life will go on, they say, whether you love or miss someone. I will believe it with the whole of my heart. Life goes on because hope makes us believe it.
You will always notice—at least in my life—I have always written for you at nights. Wonder why you knock on my door only then? You come for me when the world goes to sleep, when the moon comes out, when tides go up. You are also in love—at least that's what my heart said secretly to my mind before choosing to love you more.
Life is nothing more than you, me, and ghazals at night on my retro radio. I think we should remember: love is not about conquering, but it is about remembering. And I shall forever remember you, even if I, by fault, fall again for someone new.
You taught my soul to love myself more. You taught me solitude—it’s all love can truly embrace, or people call it lonely. I am more in love with me, but sometimes, when I don’t sleep on time, I miss you. I will slowly let go, but the letters I write mean nothing to you as much as they mean to me.
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