....Dear "You"....

Dear You,

I woke up today, and said to myself, “I want to write.” First I called my gf and she was as usual sleeping. Sleeping is definitely her favorite hobby. Then again I thought, yes, I wanted to write. I knew that I had run out of stories, and probably ran out of words too, but I knew I had to make do, like you used to make do with instant coffee when your coffee machine refused to work, because you were addicted to coffee. I am addicted to writing. Now I am addicted to coffee too and the reason is you.

So I sat down, opened my dusty laptop, started running my fingers over the keyboard, closed my eyes, and started thinking about you like I always do at least once a day for sure when I sit down to write these days. It has been years since you left me, and I have hated myself ever since. You were my only support.

If I sit down and contemplate, I'd find pieces of you, sprinkled all over my days and nights come with the mosaic that had already painted for me in the form of your silhouette as I remember every subtle detail of how your arms fold and how the tee bulges out of it. 

It's hard not to think how would it be when our souls would get to feel each other's vibes in it's totality. It's harder to not imagine what would the feel be, when your body would be pressed against mine, and the heat building would be no less than sun's because it is the same sun that had watched us sweat together apart and I can count the moon too, since it was also a witness to how our love got intensified. Remember your favorite ice-cream parlour just beside your house and how we used to spend hours there sitting and having your favorite chocolate almond ice-cream every alternate nights after dinner.

I don't know what's worse, the stopping of these inflowing thoughts or not seeing you in real??

You might want to know that at times all I want is you to be near me, feel your sensation and heavy breathing, feel you hug me deep and before you could even know, my body will be smelling of your cologne.

Perhaps this is what love feels like. Perhaps it is how well I know the point to where your lips would curl to form smiles at different situations. Perhaps it is recollecting that you've a supernova in your eyes that contains poetry enough to not let me imagine the galaxies and the blackhole, but a constant nonchalant desire of my craving and a lack of sleep that I'm a cause of. 

You know what, it feels like I have rendered a secret home for you and for me, juxtaposed with our endless talks. It's like your smile covers and creates the magnificent articulation at my doorsteps and my minimalist expressions makes me more tranquil. It's like a place where you can wonder, wander, roam and be free and whatsoever the case might turn out to be, you'd always be welcomed back with same love and faith. 

I just hope we meet soon some day and we would get to embrace each other's existence before you go just more far away from me. 

And lastly I hope I would eventually learn to live without you because we would have to part one day for that is what only we meet for :(

LOVE FOREVER

~ Yours Bunny