It's my 18th email to you and yet another despicable endeavor to long for your response. I had grit not to drop a line as I'm still going through the backwash of the trauma and suffering you provided and for all you know, it's not easy boy. Therefore, I tried persuading my mind saying you no longer acquire the prodigious place and you don't deserve one either? My mind urged and said I can render herculean efforts to get over you and I become convicted.....and right then my asshole heart comes and leaves me befuddled as it speaks of love- love which never expects back and then it makes me fall for you way over again with every elapsing moment and makes me consecrate my every word to you. It nullifies my campaign of "dis-remember you" as soon as it reminisces me of you calling me "honey, I love you"...I just submerge into those sweet memories of ours....and then reality strikes me and leaves me perplexed yet contemplated:
"In this crowded world,
if there was one thing, I could wish for
I would wish for you to come back
the way you were before
passionately in love,
unaware of the universe
Echoing I'm yours....
In this crowded world
If there was one thing I could wish for
It will just be you,
and Wishes do come true,
sometimes, my Sweetheart"
P.S.- Just an attempt to pen down schmalzy lines only for those who've been oppressed by their loved ones ever....