To the one who left by Anupama ojha

TO THE ONE WHO LEFT.💔

The last memory I have of you is of that morning when were driving towards the station. I have some memory of some beautiful conversation with you holding my hand and 'perfect song' playing in the background.

I never knew that the next morning will bring the news of the sudden death of our relationship. 
You looked at me and said that it was time for you to leave. It was that moment in time when you had realized that whatever we had between us wasn't enough to make you stay.

Well to tell you the truth, I always felt that our love would end like this, suddenly, out of nowhere. I felt this coming every time, I watched you fumble before you said, "..I LOVE YOU." I felt this coming because of the hesitation that you showed before holding my hand in public.

It felt as your love was the sand that I was trying to hold in my fist, It kept slipping, as I tried harder to keep it in my palms, our love felt like that seasonal river that dries up every summer, and all that remains is the dry sand devoid of all the love.

For a really long time, I knew that our love was never enough to make you stay. and despite that, I kept loving you. I kept doing all I could just so you would change your mind. I did all I could've, you know.

It's haunting how they have a word for how I felt with you, it's called 'KALOPSIA." kalopsia is defined as a feeling in which things appear to be more beautiful than they actually are.
And maybe that's what your love for me was. And to you, it was just another PAGE OF THE NOVEL. But for me, it was the WHOLE BLOODY BOOK.

_Anupama ojha👉

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