Us

I miss us. This may sound stupid. Ideally there shouldn't be any space for emotion, should there? Space, there isn't. But yea, in me has formed a void.

Anyway, this shouldn't freak you out. But I miss us. Doesn't mean that I want you back. Whatever was, is probably dead now. Whatever was, was probabaly worth it. The way we smiled. The way we talked on and on till dawn. The way we grew inseparable by the minute.The way we shared dinner, everynight. Oh! Cosy in our world, invisible to the rest, the way we shared our lives a little, hid a little. The mystery kept us going and every next word was so awaited. Our sweet addiction. Oh! I miss us

Our estrangement was too sudden to be felt and understood. One moment we were jovial and chirping. Next we were gone. We didn't realise the pain much. That is why now it looks like missing something tht never happened at all. Like, were we hallucinating or something?

Now we don't want to fret over having lost us, do we? We want to stay happy, for what was. The present is not a present anyway. This pain of missing us, is sweet. We will let it remain in some space inside. And keep it there until it decides to die by itself, but still treacherously lives on as a void..

There is hardly anything more that I could do. Because it would be just too demanding to want you to come-back and never go away again.