Cultivated

You made it perfectly clear to me, that you and I were not meant to be. But a part of me still clings to wishful thinking, that if not today, then maybe someday. 

And while it hasn’t happened yet, I’ll patiently wait. And my feelings for you, I will cultivate. 

For when the moment comes and you are ready, my love has grown into a tree. 

And its roots a strong foundation, and its branches sturdy. 

But if it was never meant to be, you can drive a chainsaw through my heart, to make enough firewood, 

To light up a large fire to burn pent up emotions and unsent love letters. 

Forget you not

I’ve heard a million times,

Distance makes the heart grow fonder. 

We used to believe that our words were enough

To substitute the warmth of each other’s hugs

and to leave a trail of kisses, so when one of us gets lost, we’d find our way back into each other’s arms again. 

We thought we could be as good as shakespeare,

And we would write sonnets that would make atheists believe in God by simply telling them that God is Love. 

At best, we are like JK Rowling,

We might have not created Hogwarts and the wizarding world, but we’ve created this magical world around us. We believed in fairytales and we were living in one. But we both didn’t know what came after happily ever after. 

We realized it the hard way. 

Letters will never warm the other side of the bed and phone calls make me too familiar with your voice, so much so that I could barely recall your features. I searched for the photo of you I always kept in my pocket and I memorized your face everynight before I go to bed, as if you were the contents of my History exam tomorrow. I’m just scared that you’ll drift away in my dreams and I’ll wake up forgetting you. 

But I couldn’t forget the tears that trickled down my cheek the day you said goodbye, or how my heart broke so hard for the first time in my life. I couldn’t forget how whole you have made me feel and how empty you have left me. I guess that’s why I try my best to hold on.