I wish your eyes spoke exactly what my eyes heard, in that moment.
I wish our words found a little more than a few seconds for exchange.
I wish we weren’t so alike and our worlds so different.
I wish we didn’t have enough reasons to run amok; that we weren’t so flawed.
I wish our silliness could go on, no formalities to pile on.
Sometimes, I wish the time to stop and not pass me by.
Sometimes these things, you just can’t deny.
Change is never easy, yet change is the only constant.
Let every other minutest thing change in me, about me, around me;
I’ll stay the same for you.
Probably I would. May be I shouldn’t.
What if I didn’t? If only I could.
May be we are. Clearly we were.
These labyrinth of emotions that you have rendered upon me. I am caught in between the devil and the deep blue sea. My own words don’t make sense to me these days. The wait kills me, and I am on tenterhooks about the confrontation. Profanity and propriety seem to differ only by a thin line. Not even sure if the line exists. Thinking about our simpler times amuses me. We were at the brim of normalcy at one minuscule point. Then, it all turned bizarre. May be bizarre is our destiny. So be it. Amidst all of the chaos, one thing I am certain on. It is the ferocity of my emotions for you and their unwavering will to remain. Am I a fool in love? Then again, who isn’t.
How is it that we don’t talk and yet I feel connected to you. Like we are stars that emerged from the same interstellar dust of cloud and our bond won’t break by the distances or the silence between us. We were very alike, synced. How is it that I am not mad at you. How does it not bother me if you are doing things that once made me flinch. Why does your absense feel eerie? Why don’t we unhitch? May be we have and I am hanging on to the last filaments. May be we never will. Uncertainities have become my second name. And yet, there is peace amongst all the chaos.