In bits and parts....

And with that it all ended. Now that I look back, I realise how I have changed over the years. The last time I checked I was 22. Today, I am 26 and the receding waves have only shoved me back to where I had started from. Yes, the journey has been rough. And though I tried to hold on to you....the big surge took you away. Sometimes I wonder.... if my hold could have been tighter....or maybe yours...

And then we moved on... For days and nights I prayed silently, prayed in vain for you...for us. This time, however, it was no shocker. It was acknowledging the fact that I failed. And for everything you said, I had a deja vu. How years back I did the same to him notwithstanding the fact that what it must have done to him. But have I not been punished enough for it already? Or is it that am running after a mirage, a reality that never existed.

For every time I think about the good times together and the promises we made, my eyes turn moist. For days I have been wanting to put down my thoughts but feared that I may crumble again into bits and parts, and composing myself again and again is cumbersome. Every time I lose a part or two when I do that. And now am all broken and bruised.

For every movie we have seen together, for every dream of togetherness we have woven, for all those intimate moments when you kissed my forehead and promised a life together, for all those moments you have made me happy...I will always be thankful to you. And for all those broken promises and all those pain and sufferings....I don't blame you...

 Coz... I love you...