I found a flying letter which was wobbling just in front of me while walking on the street. Read below for the excerpts:
A tongue of thoughts, a pinch of memories what I brought today, I don’t know how to concatenate all those little memories. But if I could go back in time and get a chance to have the last talk with you, I would have said,
“Honey, I know you are just trying to participate in this phony world where you could be the queen of the state and the people around would obey you, and only you. But as a matter of fact, I have no problem with that. In fact, I want to say ‘Good Luck’. I forgive you from the bottom of my heart. And hey, don’t worry about me which I know you won’t. I will move on, eventually, like the river which flows and goes from place to place, time to time, leaves everything behind. Yeah, somewhere inside at the hidden tiny place of my brain you will always be there like the same river which also carries all dust and wastage along with it.”
Maybe that’s how I could take your memory off from my mind. But sadly, I can’t; because she was not the same girl. She now became one of the puppets and act like one. I regret those lavishing souvenirs now. And It hurts. I miss her!
And that’s how we end up contradicting our-self by defending her unfair move and fall in the myth of love again; because we intentionally blindfold our-self and do not even peek to see what’s reality!