Or so she said!!!![it seems more appropriate now!]

At times I feel her absence is her presence. As if she is the void that fills me up. I only feel complete when her memories are with me. And like the earth which is seventy percent water.

 

I am merely a “thirty percent” self.

 

She is the poetry of my life.She exists and yet she is invisible. Like air. Like a thought. Like the soul.

 

She is the poet in my soul.

 

I am absent in her life. In her thought. In her plans. I am not even a memory of a childhood scar. Nor am I the laughter at the end of a joke.

 

Her sense of humor is silent. My wounds are autistic.

 

Life is an ellipsis of a mirage.

 

And hope –the catharsis of the violent ocean. 

Thank you little Miss Happiness

Three years ago, she had cried in front of me. Three years later, she has rejected me. Rejected my friendship. I thanked her. What more could I say? What can you say to a woman you love? And can love end this abruptly? Well, even if she rejects me every moment of her life, I’ll be grateful for that one moment when she could touch my soul and became the wind beneath my wings.

 

I know I’ve gone overboard about my love for her. But, no regrets. I can live the rest of my life solely with her memories.

 

And I wish her all the best that life has to offer. And she’ll always be the breath in my prayers. God bless you, mon petite etoile.