By Anshika Verma
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. ~Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook
I wish he knew that I can't survive without him. I wish he knew that I'll always miss him. Hope this would stop him from leaving.
I wish he felt my grief in a world without him. I wish he felt my anguish. Hope this would stop us parting.
I miss him, his love, his smile, his support. I miss being near him. I miss being adored by him. I miss being cared. I wish those broken promises to complete.
I'm doomed, lost, perplexed. I'm sinking in this achromatic world. Won't you rescue me? I agonize you won't.
I really wish I'd started my life backwards with old age striking me in the beginning. Fathom life with handling diseases. Meet you on a cheerful spring day when life seemed frivolous. Relish the moments while being young. Losing you when I'm too young to remember.
Nevertheless I don't regret knowing you this way. For being young and reckless. For I have this wonderful collage of memories to cherish.
Maybe some people are meant to stay in our hearts and not in our lives. Although I wish that he could see me. How I've been, how I've grown. But I guess, C'EST LA VIE.