Lying down in my bed staring into nothingness,
Sometimes I missed him.
Sometimes I became angry.
Sometimes I forgave him.
And sometimes I made love with him.
Crazy passionate wild kinda love which only we both knew. As if we were made for each other just to make love.
Yes, I did all of this.
But only thing missing was 'HE'.
I fought with him.
I said all that I wanted to say.
I complained, I yelled.
But only person who could listen to my yells was 'ME'.
My heart still couldn't process the reason for it to end. He used to say what we share is near perfect. I wonder.. Do perfect things end up so abruptly?
In my mind we still meet. We still laugh. We still listen to our favourite songs together and he still sing those lyrics incorrectly.
In my mind I still hold his hand and lie on his chest inhaling his fragrance.
In my mind he still holds me spooning me from behind and says, "You make me feel so wanted".
Yes, I know he is gone. As if he never existed. As if he was all imaginary. Was I hallucinating? May be yes. Because what I experienced was too good to be true.
