Dear Lover

Dear lover,

I read poems and relate them with you. I know you don't read any and in case you read then also may be you don't remember me. I know you don't remember that stupid, idiot girl whom you used to love alot. I see pages turning around of our books and find your name vanishing day by day. I try finding your name in one or two but it keeps on vanishing till I get on the last page. 

Few days back, it was around 1 when I was holding my breath tightly so that the tears don't spill around. I firmly holded that pillow beside me as a reminder that I'm not alone. I listened to your voice 2 days back and yesterday too. Sorry, but I couldn't sleep whole night thinking about you. 

I heard one recording where we had fight one day back and you just said sorry for being busy for days. I remember, in the recording you said my name. Trust me, I was in deep sleep when you said, "Ankita" and I woke up within seconds thinking you came back. 

Yesterday I listened to one where you said what if I take 3-4 years to express my words. To which I said, it's okay I'll wait. May be you took that damn seriously. 

Few days back, we had wedding bells. Trust me, the moment I worn my favourite dress. All standing there said, I look beautiful. But I don't know why but my ears wanted to hear your voice. 

I saw beautiful couples there and wished we could be too here. Whenever I pray, you are first whose name I say. It's been year since we met. Trust me, it feels like days. 

Dear lover,

May be I won't love you always. May be there will be days, when I won't message you, until you say. Trust me, on those days, just hold me tighter. And say that you won't leave ever. That's what might be I wish to hear.

Seeing love losing against destiny is what torments me. I knew it was going to hurt and still be beautiful. 

I don't know you'll ever write poems about me. I don't know you'll ever talk to someone about me. I don't know you'll ever adore my pictures. I don't know you'll ever wish to hear my voice again. And honestly, I don't know why I'm writing this to you. I don't know if you'll read this. I don't know if this will ignite something inside you. I don't know you'll ever message me. I don't know whether we'll talk again. And I really don't know what keeps us holding from being together again.

But trust me, when I read incomplete poetries, I want us to make its end. I don't know but I still love you. And I wish that you message me again ;)

Thank you 💙

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