Posts Tagged ‘ relationship ’

Stories, end

Stories end, some endings are not happy.

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Does that mean the love shared, the connection made ends?
Aren’t those suppose to be precious bubbles of memories you go back to when you most need them?
Some stories end, not because you want them to but because they must.
Some relationships end, not because they were less than perfect but because the tiny imperfection was so wrong, it couldn’t go on.

It is the most beautiful experience in the world to be loved completely.
To be blessed with that even once in a lifetime, is enough.

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The Comfort Of Swapnil Patel

Everyone has this idea of an ideal boyfriend/girlfriend in their head. I did too. Until I met Swapnil Patel.

A friend and a companion, he protected me from people and was the safe-keeper of my secrets.

I could be myself, unapologetically. I could tell him anything I wanted, in any way I wanted cause I knew, I’d never be misunderstood.

He understood humans. He understood the faults in them and in me too .
He understood my need for space and my need to be needed too.

In a year that I’ve known him, we’ve never had a fight which went unresolved. How could it when we were so much in sync, when we just got each other so well?

I miss the comfort of you. I miss our ability to talk about anything, I miss the comfort of us. I miss being loved in the way only you could.

Everything I do, everyplace I go to, all I can think of is you. I don’t know if I miss what we were or the comfort of being with you. I don’t know if I miss the bond we share or I miss you cause of the bond we shared.

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Yes I am weak in separation. Weak enough to want to call you but strong enough to know, to know I am not good for you. Your love deserves more.

But one thing is for sure, I miss the comfort of you, Swapnil Patel.

This too shall pass.

There are days I miss you.

Miss you so much that I feel like putting aside everything am doing and reach out to you.
To come running to you or just hear your voice, that voice which was like a balm to my soul.

But on those days, I just need to remind myself that this too shall pass. That I miss the part of you, which was a part of us.
That there is no more us, just as you are not the you that I used to know.

Ghost

"...Meanwhile in my head, I am undergoing open-heart surgery......." --Anne Sexton

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