This isn't my saga; it's about an adorable and alluring girl who swooped into my life like an earthquake. When she first put my hand in hers, I was astounded. I had never envisioned that this was the hand I'd want to hold for the rest of my life. The girl came into my life like a cool breeze on a hot summer evening. Every minute spent with her seemed like a precious possession since our relationship was more than just physical; it was viscerally impassioned.
Her hands, lips, breath, fragrance, eyes, and voice were a catalyst of fixation for me. The way she treats me, the way she looks at me, the way she stares into my eyes. Her entire existence was breathtakingly magnificent.
She was born to be with me, I still believe. In my eyes, she quickly matured. And then the Day of Atonement arrives, annihilating all my residual sentiments because I finally met her the way I wanted. She began to breathe within me, seizing absolute reign over me and taking up shelter in my heart.
Every morning became a chance to talk to her and meet her. At any and every curve of my life, I longed for her. We were on an emotional rollercoaster that ended in our annihilation. I cheated on her again, satiating my desire for intimacy and illusory solace. Our fantasy of being together was wrecked as she shouted, pleaded, and stood there watching.
I was in a state of euphoria, as if I'd taken some potent drugs, and I ignored every sign that led to the collapse of the edifice where we used to live. The parting hurricane raged in the sky, and she grew indignant and disappeared one day.
I say I lived after that, but the truth is that I kept breathing but forgot to live since my life had left me. I realized that you don't appreciate true love until it's taken away from you, and this epiphany came to me in the most painful way imaginable.
When I looked beyond her struggles, I was repulsed. However, the time I spent in her arms was the most enriching, gratifying, and priceless accomplishment of my life. Every morning when I get up, I can feel her and her breath swelling inside me. In the shadow and hush, I feel her hands reaching for me. I tell her "I love you" a thousand times, reminding her that she is my baby even if she doesn't realize it, and I wait for the story to end so I can watch her smile with delight, her million-dollar smile brightening my day.
Her words astounded me since they were so precise. I'd never thought that I shouldn't put off the good things in life as well; I imagined that this philosophy just applied to love and living with her. I knew if I didn't put off my endeavors, I'd end up squandering all I had, but I pushed on and kissed the rope, willing to hang till I died in that separation.
Every time I did something erroneous, she waited for me to return, but I saw that her eyes had changed from a deep Smokey black to a stained-glass brown. She caught my gaze, expressionless and catastrophic. Because she didn't mind being with me, she never grieved. I realized that this girl required my needs deeper and more profound.
I've always wanted to tell her that I'll be at her side no matter what, but my actions have closed off all roads that lead to her.
I can still feel your presence in the breeze that brushes my body. Your smell permeated the air. My heart is losing its equilibrium without you.
I'm always thinking of you. Your name is the last thing in my thoughts before I go to sleep and the first thing in my thoughts when I wake up, and you're all over the place. Because I dedicate my mornings, evenings, and every moment of my life to you, I can't imagine my life without you.
Darling please turn down the lights, hold my hand, and walk with me down the quest that will lead to our union as one soul...
!! अभय !!
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