I looked at the silver moon, alone up in the sky. The lone wolf, yet beautiful. Flawed, but loved. It has a charm that make you need it. And there're stars, distanced, twinkling and always showing off. Always so full of themselves, the reason I can't stand them.
We share the same sky bed, under a enormous blanket over our bodies. And that's the reason probably I know how sad it makes you. To know, that you won't be loved ever again. If you're no more "the one" you used to be. The sadness is no stranger to me, it's no stranger to you either. Maybe that's what connects us, you and I. But the whispers aren't true, they're a distant echo. The sight is sore, the truths are ugly. And as the moon bids goodbye, I hold it back. Atleast I've something to share...
Like every year I was waiting for the clock to turn 12. There.. there.. there.. almost there.. 12AM.. 'Happy Birthday'. I whispered to myself as I press the send button. Anytime now I'll get a reply from her and we'll talk again. I waited and waited. I knew waiting is the cure for uneasiness and the reason behind it too. 5 minutes passed, I opened my whatapp to stalk her, online.
10 minutes passed, online.
I look at the clock, 12:15 AM, yet no reply.
At 12:27 AM, I got a reply, "Thank You"
-- This shouldn't have hurt me, but it did. Was it the late reply? One the conscience of knowing that I've lost her?
Promise made in love are trusted too fast, too easily. And the ironic part is you'll also do the same promises to the next person you love. Love and it's words are so cliched. Sometimes I imagine a light when there isn't any just to motivate myself to look forward. If we could be fixed in a day, we would feel broken the very next day. I've stopped caring about being fine. I know everything is a phase and as I say, these shall too pass away.
The truth is that you deserve to love and to be loved. It may seem like a ride that's too slow, but it's one thing you can't control.
A love that will know your heart more than anyone else's is a love that will help you grow throughout...
You may not be able to find that sort of love today, but at some point you'll surely come across it,
And also you won't be able to deny that kind of love....