It's been awhile since I have written any stories.. I frequently asked myself why? why am I afraid to pen down paragraphs?
I have the answer today.I think I am scared to weave this particular story, the story of my teenage love and the tragic loss of it.Until I get this off my chest it is blocking my other stories. I know it's embarrassing to admit these cause it's been a decade and it still haunts me.
Back then sleeping was my only solace and my nightmare cause I could see us together happy and lovey dovey, a fairly tale my subconscious used to create , but then the hardest thing was waking up to the reality of his absence.
I didnot know then that I could feel that way - excruciatingly painful ,my little heart would ache.
Looking back I still feel - it was one of a kind pain , abandonment and betrayal.
I wish time and time again, that I had never met you. I wish time and time again, that I could meet you , just to talk and share our woes.
Fancy are my wishes, even though the heart wants what it wants, the mind is twisted and analytical , protecting like an armour.
But I want my guard down the next time I meet you again, I know how stupid I sound.
I just hope you do the same.
I know not what will happen next, I just want an evening of healing sorrows and blurring regrets.
You might say a closure of sorts.
But darling! I doubt that!
For a love like this , a closure doesn't exist.

© Chandreyee K.