There are days
Yet to live .
There are dreams
Yet to fulfill .
There is you and me
Waiting to grow .
There are numbers
Waiting to be in a row.
There are powers
Yet to use
There are more to you
Yet to overcome.

I will keep myself enveloped in the darkness as long as you are the small light which is coming from my window.

Dear,
I know exactly how you like your cup of tea and how you hate the winter chill. And why on some days you just want to be left alone and it's not because you are sad or irritated , it's just because you need your own space . Whereas on other's you want to be held . And I know how you hate people who takes your thing and your people but at the same time you share your things because things are ment to be shared .
I know all this and  much more about you and you may  think that I make  unnecessarily big deal out of small things. Let me remind you , whatever the thing is ,if it is related to you then it is a big deal for me.

You don't love me .
Though you say this million of times but still you don't .
You never loved me for all those silly mistakes that I do .
You didn't kissed me  and craddle me in your arm that day when we were lying on the bed and I was feeling sleepy ,
You didn't find that adorable when I was licking that  my favorite ice-cream .
You didn't .
You didn't think it was cute how I'd blink everytime I cursed  like my body  was physically rejecting the foul word .
You didn't think that I was looking beautiful when I was walking down the street on that rainy day .
You didn't love me when you made sweet love to me .
You didn't cared when I was going away from you when we had fight that day .
This is not you whom I love but this is you whom you love but never loved me.