Fours years agoA Story by ImperfectionPage from a diary
Dearest You, Four years ago, on this very day I wrote to you for the first time about “us” I wrote that we could have a life together, that I will give it all I have. I heard from you after 6 days. You were ecstatic, thrilled…it had taken almost a year to get a positive response from my end. I, on the other hand was no longer apprehensive. I had no reason to fear because I had finally accepted what you meant to me and I’d decided upon taking this path, knowing that every hurdle, every obstacle along the way was worth it because at the end of the journey, I would find you. Things were lovely for sometime. Blissful, like I had never imagined. Though we spent most of that period, miles away from each other, I never felt I was far away. You didn’t let me feel that ever. How could I, when thoughts of you didn’t leave me alone for a moment? Through those many months, I poured my heart out in unimaginably lengthy letters to you …I wonder what you must have done with those pieces of paper that you held so close to your heart. On your part, you never failed. You never failed to tell me what I meant to you. I never imagined so much happiness was possible until you happened to me. But when life seems to be going great, you must tell yourself that something terrible is coming up. I didn’t know this bitter truth then. So I didn’t see the end coming. It came and went. Sucked the life out of me. Looking back, I regret the fact that things didn’t work out like I wished it would. But I’m thankful because I got to spend sometime with you. You’ve given me precious memories that I will cherish forever. These memories are what I’m living for. The fear of losing your memories makes me want to wake up everyday. Yes, I live for them. Although, your uncritical acceptance and irrational belief in me is something that I have failed to understand, I know that I’m better for having known you. Thank you for that. And thank you for loving me. All my love, Me.
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4 Reviews Added on September 9, 2008 Last Updated on September 18, 2008 AuthorImperfectionIndiaAboutWriting is easy. You only need to stare at a piece of blank paper until your forehead bleeds - Douglas Adams. I am a woman in my 20's. I love writing...sometimes it doesn't.. more..Writing
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