Two People, One Shadow
I walked down the same street where I had last met you. The exact place where I saw you last. And I stopped. There was a tug at my heart , some degree of sadness but not the multitudes of grief I used to feel. I let go the moment I realized that you valued more the people that were gone than the ones right next to you... I loved you, dearly. But life made a mockery out of me, perhaps because I loved you in vain. I used to write for you, to make you happy. I used to send pictures to you, of all the memories dear to me. But you just loved someone else. You were clueless, you were lost. There were nights I used to cry myself to sleep, thinking that letting go of you would be selfish on my part. Though you didn't need me for solace, yet I used to feel the guilt. Grappling with my heart, choking me. I knew your story, you knew mine, yet I was deciding to let you go. There were streets and quotes and poems and the clothes I wore when I met you, everythi...