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One of the most amazing relationships I ever had just lost all meaning for me. I feel hollow, angry and miserable. But I think it’s good, in some ways. Though it’s going to be hard for me to walk away from this person, I’ve made my mind up. And that’s the way the cookie crumbles.

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A long time ago, when words wouldn’t suffice, your eyes did all the talking. The way you looked at me made me feel desired as no touch could. Every slight tilt of your head begged me to throw myself into your warm arms.

Now, I’ve forgotten to feel. Your eyes don’t speak to me anymore.

Sometimes, I’m consumed by disgust. I want to slash his skin, watch it ooze blood. He’s selfish; the world exists to do his bidding. I want to watch him fall through a lethal abyss, his body writhing. To hate him is to be masochistic. I don’t want to. But sometimes, consumed by disgust, I do.

And if you said this life ain’t good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I’d change my life
To better suit your mood
Cos you’re so smooth

I thought I was over you I thought it a crying shame Yet my heart skipped several beats when I saw you across the road today And you turned and I caught the sparks from your silver heel And all I wanted then was something in the manner of you getting into bed with me

Whenever he saunters by, I turn away. They say I can’t take my eyes off him. They say I blush bright pink every time he’s in the vicinity. He walks by and everyone turns to look at me. They say I glow. They don’t find him irresistible. They say that they can see I do.

There’s nothing I’d like better than being your first ray of sunshine. The first drop of rain that falls on your hair. Your first cup of coffee in the morning. Your first smile of the day. The first person you think of. That one song you play everytime. The one thing that makes your day.

For every hour I think of you, there are days you don’t. You have no idea how heartbreaking it is to emotionally invest in someone so much and then throw it all away. I gave you great priority, you didn’t value it. It’s a very difficult decision I take, to never think of you again.

There’s something very trippy about darkness and rain. Sitting cross-legged, camera in hand, looking out of the window, seeing nothing but silhouettes, eyes strained at the sky. The flash is no use. It only starkly and crudely owns up to what is, in the orange-yellow glow of sodium lamps, a distorted yet strangely soothing vision.

There is so much to give
But yet, I want to give you
Something that is my own
A slice of the blue sky
The yellow of the sun
A spoonful of moonshine
Half of a bulbul’s song
Few waves of the ocean
A box of butterflies
Some glittering dreams
And a fistful of life.

The passionate chanting still echoed in his ears. It was an Ind-Aus match at Chepauk. The six of them banging their chests, screaming madly. It had all started under that tree in college. They used to hang out with others and suddenly, they were with each other. They were brothers without barriers, friends until death.

It was a warm Friday night; she was thinking about him. He was part of a different world now. She smiled, remembering his penchant for assorted flavoured tea. As snatches of forgotten conversations and echoes of slaphappy giggles came to mind, a sad smile crinkled the corners of her mouth.

Life had come of age.

—–> Inspired by, 55Fun