Dearly beloved,
You once asked me how deep my love is for you. I never answered.
You see.. I wasn't sure.. whether you would like what I say. I didn't want to overwhelm you with my reply.
I'm a possessive soul.
I can't share what is mine. You may call me selfish.
That's okay.
If being selfish means having you all to myself.. then yes I'm the most selfish person on this planet.
As for my answer, my love for you cannot be measured. It's unfathomable, boundless and unrestricted. There is no depth to my love for you. There is no end to it. Nothing will ever be able to suffice how much I adore you...

I tried to forget you.. but everywhere I go,
I see glimpses of you... Drinking coffee in our favourite cafe, Smoking cigarettes out on the streets. Sometimes I hallucinate that you are sitting on the passenger seat right next to me, stealing glances.
I know I sound crazy, but what am I supposed to do?
I often wake up crying after having vivid dreams of how we meet again.. in some other time, some other place, some other life. I cry because I wake up.. I never want to wake up from a dream that you're a part of.
I know you're not here anymore, you are somewhere far out of my reach yet, I always feel that you're around me. I don't feel your absence. It's like, your shadow follows me as if it's my own.

If only you let me share your burden,
I swear I'll shun all your demons away.
If only you let me close to your heart,
I promise to kiss away your pain.
If only you let me see your naked soul,
I swear to be the devotee of your name.

The greatest grief for a writer is to lose the connection with the pen and the paper.

She is just going.. going places.
She is leaving without any traces.
She is aimlessly travelling in search for something.
Like a vagabond, she is just wandering.
Try not to stop her, because she is actually falling.
Falling in love.

Lend me your wings because I have none.
They were clipped off, feather by feather they dropped.
Those people believed that I was odd because I had the ability to rise while all they had was the power to tear apart somebody's dream to fly.

After all that she had done to him.
He continued to love her.
Because, he believed that beneath all the vanity, lies and manipulation; She was beautiful.