After losing my phone a few days back, I realised that nothing's really permanent anymore. Things and people we take for granted so conveniently; the sublime beauty of Nature we brazenly overlook; the seconds that tick by; the torrents that whip April so violently; the hugs and kisses given and taken by millions of lovers every millisecond...
I made it a point to tap those mini keys on my cellphone, composing a message for every moment I came away unscathed from the pangs of missing you. I held every single message so dearly, reading and re-reading them over and over again everytime I wanted to feel you near and yet have you so far away. I wrote something for every emotional moment; jubilation, sadness, jealousy, anger, disappointment, and everything I wanted to say to you but faltered in the process of doing so. I didn't want you to hear me telling you every single moment how much I need you, simply because I deemed it irritating to you. I didn't want you to hear me bemoan over the same issues over and over again; I didn't think it would be fair to you, who's having as many problems as I did at school. I didn't want you how upset I was with certain things, because I don't want you to see me all weepy and down.
I had wanted to keep all these little snippets into a book, where I would read and re-read them like I did on my phone, even when I'm old and time-ridden. I wanted to keep all our memories, happy and unhappy ones, and relish these moments again whenever the feeling arises. I want to keep these little thoughts for our children, for our grandchildren and their children; I want to share this love with those we'll love in the future.
And now it's all gone.
I miss you.
I made it a point to tap those mini keys on my cellphone, composing a message for every moment I came away unscathed from the pangs of missing you. I held every single message so dearly, reading and re-reading them over and over again everytime I wanted to feel you near and yet have you so far away. I wrote something for every emotional moment; jubilation, sadness, jealousy, anger, disappointment, and everything I wanted to say to you but faltered in the process of doing so. I didn't want you to hear me telling you every single moment how much I need you, simply because I deemed it irritating to you. I didn't want you to hear me bemoan over the same issues over and over again; I didn't think it would be fair to you, who's having as many problems as I did at school. I didn't want you how upset I was with certain things, because I don't want you to see me all weepy and down.
I had wanted to keep all these little snippets into a book, where I would read and re-read them like I did on my phone, even when I'm old and time-ridden. I wanted to keep all our memories, happy and unhappy ones, and relish these moments again whenever the feeling arises. I want to keep these little thoughts for our children, for our grandchildren and their children; I want to share this love with those we'll love in the future.
And now it's all gone.
I miss you.
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