I know a poet who had written loads and tons for you. He could never write again once you left him.
I know a man who loved you like no one ever could have had. He never asked for your love in return.
I know a friend who spent sleepless nights to fulfill your every whim. He still doesn't sleep well.
I know a student who learnt a lot from you. He still misses all those lessons.
I know a man who used to make tea and snacks for you. He still buys your favorite snacks but never had a meal as fulfilling.
I know a man you always said was a pessimist. He is a pessimist now, for he has left any hopes of your return.
I know a man who was a true friend. He doesn't care now.
I know the man for whom you don't exist anymore. The man has moved on.
4 comments:
...to move on..is wat we call life...
Dear Deep, moving on is perhaps the only option but that shouldn't make it the life. When we move on, don't we leave a little of us back there - forever?
Though I've moved on, a lot of me is left back there...!!!
..we keep on leaving some part of us somewhere in this journey..
and then there is a void created to take soemthing else..bt what is left never comes back. :(
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