The World To Me….
The cell phone had become a part of me, feeling totally incomplete when it was not around. And yet I realize that the only thing that completed me was that voice. Otherwise It wasn’t even worth the scarp metal if he didn’t call.The world without him felt empty…or actually there was not world at all since he was my world.
Every single moment I didn’t hear his voice was wasted time. Every breath of his I missed was a wasted lifetime.
Love is defined beautiful, but it’s emotions were too complex and faded to tag them right or wrong. Sentiments were plenty, even those which did not have an explanation. And yet obsession plagued my love.
There were scribbled signatures I didn’t throw off. Those were cherished memory to me, but may be crap to him. It bounced back the smile on my face from the lost moment. There were flowers, guarded by my book leaves. Dried though they were, it brought back the lingering fragrance of the one time gift of love. To others it might seem like crap, but those were the things nearest to my heart
but why was it that he never had even a paper flower that once knew my touch. Why was it that he never saw my eyes puffed red, though the tears held, as they were thrown crushed into a waste bin. A moment shared under a tree together was bliss to me, but happiness to him was when he ran around with his gang.
The urge of wanting to be the priority in his life, was un-detachable from love. Love provoked to seek attention. Jealousy was an emotion termed bad, but yet in love they arose in heart for those who got his time and those who felt his eyes.
Pain gave way…revealing that you don’t always need a knife to pierce the heart.
Silly it would be, to the watching “world” sentiments might look foolish. But though the “world” to me, was… only you and me.
