Letter to him….

Wait,
What else do you want out of me?
I have already given you every thing, I ever owned.
No,
Don’t talk about what I gave you,
Just let me know, what I was not able to give you because,
actually I tried my best.
I was never the person you thought me to be,
rather I was working to become the one you wanted me to be.
Hmm! Hah!
It’s all black and white now.
As I am sitting on this table,
writing,
I wonder, if you still love and miss me as I do you.
As I proceed further
with each sentence,
all the moments we spent together lying aimlessly on the couch,
yet interesting,
run through the pages, in front of my eyes, in a blurry vision..
I try to pen down a bit more,
But then,
I realize, I don’t have anything more to jot down,
Am I  all done with writing?
Were we together for only a few moments?
I thought I could write down a novel instead jotting down your feelings for me.
I was so fluffed up.
Somewhere, I realize I was the only one trying to save this relationship.
You were not interested in it at all.
I know it was my mistake that I kept on lingering,
but I expected you to love me,
pay me your most attention but you just ignored me.
I apologise.
I will now move on too as you did much much earlier,
I know,
I have a bad habit, to play football in basketball ground with cricket ball wearing baseball defenders.
No, don’t laugh at least.
But why will you not?
I am that funny and stupid to be laughed upon,
I guess. But its reality.
Trust me, I have the habit of making myself available for anyone and everyone.
I do not know what to address this letter with,
And perhaps this is the only reason, why I am just rolling it,
sealing it forever with some molten lac.
‘Cause I know you don’t recognize me anymore……..

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