Dear miss take

It’s been nearly one year, since our eyes met for the first time. In the period of one year, I never dared to count the frequency of the meeting of our eyes. I never dared to count the frequency of my dreams, unfurling upon your eyes. That would be like counting the stars. We enjoy counting it, but we never can. I remember you, seeking my eyes in the crowd. I might be wrong. It could be the greatest illusion of the lifetime. But I enjoyed the illusion. You might have also found me busy searching you. I was really indifferent to myself. My daily routine never mattered to me. I never felt my own existence. The stuff roaming all the time inside my mind were you. Are you there? Will you be visible? Will you smile and say hello to me?

I know sometimes, I was damn crazy about you. I regret, you never tried to feel me. You can ask my friends, how crazily I was depicting your picture. Just your picture. Just a thrown a single drip of smile from the corner of your face used to be my great company for all the day. And an unconsciously spoken word from your side used to be talk of the day. Sometimes, I used to be far from you, sometimes hundreds of miles far. I also know, my disappearance never mattered to you. Or you never cared whether I am in or I am out. I was always confused and still confused what is inside your heart. What is the meaning of your silence?

Watching through a birds eye view, the period of one year brought so many transformations inside me and inside you too. That is the rule of nature. But I am sorry to say, my color and size of dream upon you never changed. I hope it will never change. You may have been watching me indifferent to you since last few days. I am trying to ignore your presence. But feel me carefully; I can never ever ignore my love upon you. I will be holding my dreams forever.

I can imagine, decades after, you would get married to someone else. You would have a joyful life. Your partner would be a star. And there would be a beautiful pair of stars. You would have flowers like children, sweet husband, and helpful family. You would have everything to tag your life so called "beautiful". I am not sure at all, that you will miss me a single moment by the period of time. I know you are kind of enjoying what you have with you. You are used to say "life is like this". But I will be missing you and will be regretting "life could have been like that".

Yours truly,