A Little More

May be you did not know this but the day we got together i gave myself to you and that is why I love you a little more than you do to me. It is for the same reason that it is a little more tough for me to let you go. I have been a friend to you, precisely a doctor who cured your smiles and helped you with your exodus phobia and whose medication went wrong at the very last stage. I am sorry !

If love was a frolicsome habit, you loved me. It was imperial you know, bright as a star when I used to be with you, holding your hands, staring at you but what was painful was that when I finally realised and drew conclusion that it wasn't for real. May be someday you will feel what I felt. May be a little but you will drink the sombre water too. By then you will have a new home.

All you will do is go downstairs to your unkempt storeroom, take all our beautiful and colorful pictures and turn them into pieces. You will feel sorry then. The moment of pain you will go through will let you know how painful this tiny forever was for me.