Night feels so imaginative and adrenal. But it is insane too. It is nothing, but a dome covering the reality. I promised, "Never make decisions at midnight. Tonight's sweetness will be followed by next morning's regret." Under the blue night sky, I opened the doors of our castle and made my way in. Been ages, I had been here. Even under the dust, Everything appeared sparkling. It dragged me near to my favourite mirror. Moonlight rainbowed on the ground. I poured my eyes onto myself through the mirror like always. A known reflection struck suddenly. You. My body and soul ****** up. Every lash of my eyes beat hardly to keep up the view open. My eyelids fluttered open reluctantly. But the sea in my eyes heart brokenly kept flowing, clouding the outline of your figure. My pupil promised me to never let me see you again. Poor thing. I lied. About my promise. And despite all the odds, I let you hug me again. Desperately. For love. To be loved.

They asked me to propose my wife without saying I love you. Poor them, didn't know that I've never said I love you to her. Instead, I replied:
"Her body feels right in my hands,
Her sight feels right in my eyes,
Her breath feels right on my skin,
Her taste feels right in my mouth,
Her dance feels right on my floor,
Her movement feels right in my house,
Her presence is enough that feels right in my life."
And tears sprung in her eyes, smilingly she made an eye contact and again I've fallen for her instantly.

Those were the words I've ever wanted to say to her. Looking into her eyes, feel her touch in my hand holding hers, immersing my whole heart to her. But they never resounded to me in reality. All I could hear was the sound of someone from the tv. A movie. We used to love.

You were like a sculpture I used to be affectionate towards. I kept wondering how you were crafted so finely. Meanwhile, I tried to mirror it, creating a replica out of wax. But the result took on its own form. My own thoughts were like a fire that 'melted' the replica, making it worse. This made me hate you because my thoughts were never strong enough to reach or match you.
I.
Don't.
Deserve.
You.

I wish I could go back at time when i didn't hate you but had a good impression and spent quality time with you. But now, it's being hard to talk you are infront of me. Many changes happened in such a short time. Didn't know the possibility of the word "love" effects me this much. I never needed a relationship between us. Just a pure connection is enough. In the process making you distant from me because of love, I grew hateness for you. Never wanted this situation at any cost. But still my thoughts went wild and I stopped being your affectionate person.