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To The Person I love

I want to start with how much I've missed you but I'd be lying. I haven't missed you like I used to when we were in the same city. It's been years now, and all this while that my love for you was blooming I learned to love myself too. I have been questioning my own philosophies and morals; my rules that, one should love themselves first to be able to love someone else. I learned to love myself while I was falling more and more in love with you. 

You lurk around the corners of my mind more often than the things I should be actually thinking about. I don't feel your absence anymore because I am still falling asleep in your arms after a tiring day. That's what I want my mind to believe. I am happy, grateful, and am growing with every passing day like you would've wanted me to. I know your happiness is now with someone else, I know you're smiling at someone else's text. It never bothered me, to be honest, I love seeing you happy with someone else. You know I have finally understood what Gatsby felt every day. Looking at the love of your life from afar and seeing them happy gives a weird amount of satisfaction. 

You still have the capacity to make me feel what butterflies felt like when I first realized that I was in love. I don't remember you anymore like I used to. The texture of your skin, the way your lips turned into a smile, the warmth of your hand, the sound of your laugh. It's the time to be blamed which seems to have been erasing those splendiferous memories. I fear, by the time you realize that you love me, I might not remember how it feels to love you. 

I wish you happiness, I do. I wish you prosper in whichever direction you wish to go. I wish you joy with whomever you decide to share it. I wish you never need a moment to miss my presence but if you shall ever feel lost, I hope you think of me. For, I shall never forget the boy I loved, even if my memories are lost and vanished. 

Yours till the time allows,


Pritha Krishna

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