If a disappointment is defined as the act of failing to fulfill the expectations or wishes,
then I'm sorry, my dear,
for you are its antonym,
*while I, its synonym

If art is defined as the expression of something beautiful or extraordinary,
then you, my dear,
are a *masterpiece

Patience
Kindness
Empathy
Appreciation
Warmth
Faith
Trust
Love

E­ight complex words,
but a simple three-letter word changed the meaning of them all -

**You.

Puffy eyes
Salty cheeks
A tormented mind
A weary heart
A plagued soul
A fatigued body

A terrible day

You loved countdowns, because they always led to something great.

I thought nothing of them, but humoured you nonetheless.

On New Year's celebrations, we'd marvel at fireworks.

The explosions started to lose their spark.

Your words decreased, my pain ascended.

Each year, we grew apart.

The day finally came.

"This is it.

The end.

Goodbye."

When we hold hands,
the way with which our fingers entwine is
akin to the way a flower unfurls its petals -
delicate, full of promise,

*and transient

This is my apology –

To my parents,
my best friends,
my psychiatrist,
my psychologist,
my counsellors,
my doctor,
and everyone else I’m too forgetful or ungrateful to mention

The apology is not from a dry throat and a shaky, fragile voice,
or words sloppily scrawled on tear-stained paper,
for

“I’m sorry”

is not enough

Thus, I have concluded that I will not say “I’m sorry” anymore;
Instead I will say

“Goodbye”




and I hope that is enough

Until the invention of something that accurately captures what I feel for you,
a simple, yet inadequate "I love you" would have to do

If music is defined as the art of sound that expresses ideas and emotions in significant forms,
then your voice, my dear,
is enough to make Beethoven writhe in his grave and long for the ability to listen to your *sweet, soothing melody

With a heart of gold and gentle hands to hold,
You are all the healing that's needed for my soul

Today, my friend compared us to the Moon and the Sun
And said that we complemented each other as one
And after some thought, I had to agree
Because my dear, you see,
Though the days may be cloudy, your radiance still shines through,
And if not for your light, I wouldn't be beautiful

"Do you know how many times you've disappointed me?"

Well, in fact, I do
I do so meticulously note them down

The paper - my flesh
The pen - a razor
The incidents - my blood
The reminders - my scars

So don't you ever worry,
Because, yes, I do know how many times I have disappointed you

Would you like to see them?

All these sleepless nights spent
crying and sobbing come to naught,
because these salty streaks
that line my cheeks evaporate,
but the melancholy behind them, unfortunately,
does not

I could travel to all these places
And be surrounded by unfamiliar faces
But what good is a beautiful view
If I can't get to share it with you?

If a dream is defined as a conception created by the imagination
and has no objective reality,
then you, my dear,
must have stepped out of my Parieto-Occipito-Temporal junction,
and into the plane of reality
Because you make me wonder if I'm still in a deep slumber, lost in an enchanting reverie,
while my eyes are *wide open

My walls were made of titanium and built sky-high, but boy, you sent them crashing down

You thawed my icy heart with a warmth like a gentle summer's breeze, and swore you'd never make me frown

I gave you the key to my heart and soul and not too long after, eventually disposed of the lock

I told you all about my masks and flaws, and even showed you my coveted memory box

I guess I should've seen it coming when you started leaving me notes - that we were not meant to be

You never meant to stay, neither did you want to share your future with me; all you wanted to be was a bittersweet memory