I don’t know why I still hope for a conversation between the two of us when I know that I am the last thing you want to see on earth. It’s funny how two strangers can become so close, they become one soul, their hearts beat for each other, their each breath goes for the other. And how time brings us back to day one, where neither of us know who the other person is or what s/he has become.
But let me be honest, I still look at those memories with the same heart which you once held and took care of, I still run my fingers through those pages of the diary looking for the thoughts I had written for you. “I miss you and I miss us”, it’s something I don’t say anymore, but “why us” and “why now” are the questions which I keep asking myself and the God.
I still haven’t found the answer, everytime I look for an answer I am reminded by the beautiful memories I had with you, the voice that used to change my mood from sad winter night to a happy spring morning. How that one giggle would make me crave for you, I wish you had seen it, because I could never experience the same feelings again, I tried but I failed. I can’t keep getting on the ride with someone else trying to find lost pieces of you in them. It’s futile to look for you in the faces and hearts of others when I myself hold a part of you in me. Now tell me, can I really forget you?
It’s me, it’s you,
It’s us, it’s we,
I wish I could have said these to you,
When I was held close by you…