Mild Love

I am not saying that no one will love you how much I do. I am not saying that you will ever regret having lost out on me. I am not saying that an appendage like this happens rarely in our whole lives. I have no claims.

Only, some nights I merely wish these were all true. Unconditionally. But, now, tonite I know for sure that these things that I do not say,  are indeed true. Every letter, every space between words, each pause and punctuation, is true. You will never find anyone who loves you how much I do. Even if you do, and there exists my competition, you will still regret having lost out on me. I haven't figured out the reason for that yet, but you would.

It could be because, every germ of passion in me awakens when you are around. The way I get drenched in sundry emotion, Baby, I cannot explain. I know, nothing lasts. But lets put that cynicism of a lifetime apart for a moment, this feels endless, undying. At least, for now it does, tonite it does.

4 comments:

Unaccustomed Mirth said...

how do you do this? manage to write exactly how i feel.

prateek mathur said...

You are so spot on that it amazes me! This one is getting bookmarked...one read is not enough... Please try n get all this work published...

wildflower said...

@prateek.
You're too sweet. Thanks

Ankur said...

I see a large sponge of hurt, brown and boggy and full of holes, which tiny rills of feelings just running down, with every squeeze.
It was heartbreaking !