Unrequited love

How can someone not fall in love with you? I mean have you just looked at yourself one fine morning and admired the way you look? Those gorgeous hair of yours! I love the way they play with sunshine. Aren’t they better than any other human alive? The way your pretty eyes try to hide them whenever i look into them? The way your lips move and i undeniably accept it that i wanna feel every ounce of it when i am with you! Your smell, oh dear lord i love that! Its not seductive, its tendering. I can write all night today. You have a face perfectly carved. You are the artist as well his work. The flowers and the garden. The moon and the stars. You are prettier than any person my eyes have ever landed upon! You are the angel and her crown! You are the dreams of a little kid! Unexplained yet lovable. You dont know how unprecedentedly lovable you are! I hope words could make you fall in love with me. I know you love what i write. Maybe someday you’ll read this and all i could hear back is ‘okay i admit that i love you’ Well well pity! Did i tell you that i love you today? I feel that i have failed in my own world! I thought i would make you realise that i am worth it. I failed it and i failed you.

I’ve failed you several times. But there was one moment when I failed you beyond measure. It was the day we met. The moment I took your hand and you looked at me, with the glory of hate in your eyes. I should have sent you home to your family. But I didn’t. There was honesty in your hatred.Fearlessness in your pain.In your honesty, I saw a reflection of myself.Or rather, of the man I longed to be. So I failed you. I didn’t stay away.Then later, I thought if I had answers, it would be enough. I would no longer care. You would not matter. So I continued failing you. Continued wanting more. And now I can’t find the words to say what must be said. To convey to you the least of what I owe. When I think of you, I can’t find the air to breathe. And now, though you are gone, there is no pain or fear. All I am left with is gratitude.

When I was a boy, my mother would tell me that one of the best things in life is the knowledge that your story isn’t over yet. Our story may have come to a close, but your story is still yet to be told. Make it a story worthy of you.

I failed you in one last thing. Here is my chance to rectify it. It was never because I didn’t feel it. It was because I swore I would never say it, and a man is nothing if he can’t keep his promises.

So I write it in the sky-

I love you, a thousand times over. And I will never apologize for it. And would always seek for the day when you’d want this love too..