You and I--Part 2

I have finally let you go.

The imaginary you, with whom I had walked many streets, cracked many jokes, shared many secrets--makes me miss you more.

I could have let you go earlier, but I kept telling myself that like all the things I have ruined with my impatience, I will ruin our possibilities too.

Or rather, my possibilities to be with you.

I got to know you a bit and honestly, I am scared.

You are not a Prince-Charming-with-a-heart-of-gold; you are normal like me--broken, jagged and cold.

Call me a coward but I am afraid to approach you in the fear of getting hurt and hurting you again.

We are friends and there is a barrier between us which none of us will ever cross.

There are words stuck on our lips which none of us will ever utter.

Let's keep it that way.

It has always been that way.

I used to dream and paint a picture with us in it like a fool.

But now I got rid of them.

Both the painting and you.