I am here standing
with your memories alone
oh my god ! this pain is worse
The pain of unrequited love
it is like a pregnant lady
permanently in labour for life
yet she can't deliver the baby.

That doubt of losing someone
that pain of 'what ifs'
the constant confusion that couples
with the lovable memories
It is like heaven and hell experienced together

why is this pain so crucifying ?
why it has to be this way ?
why it has to be feared ?
Aren't people supposed to feel happy if they knew someone loves them?

why is this love so complicated?
Is it because it is so much worth than we think ?
Is it playing a little hide seek before we acquire ?