All these years?

 

Yes, it took me all these years. All these years and all these millions of moments to realise that what I wanted was not what I needed. The malady was not the absence of togetherness but the absence of sense. I demanded your existence but all I needed was your smell your voice and some memories. As I am gradually divesting my mind that is crafted with falsity I realise  how much i am in love with you.

Yes it took me this much of time to understand that there is something very tragic about you and also very magic about you. You can't be someone's. I am just your's. Yes it took me all these years to love you and actually love you.