I am going to hold one part of him forever, that no one will see, no one will feel.
I know he will never be able to show the soft, sensitive side that I saw. Whoever will be his forever will always lack to see him like that.
It was for me, my part to treasure. How I left something with him, he left his with me. We both will never be able to share it with anyone, as that is what made us what we were.
They say, the girl who will have him, will be lucky, she definitely will be - to have a man, with child like heart and purest soul, who knows no boundaries of love, who will die for the ones he love and will cross oceans to make her smile, even for a mere second - she will be lucky to have a man like him. BUT, she will never have the one I had, the boy who was slowly turning into man, the man who was learning how to be a perfect lover, a lover who made silly mistakes and still melted my heart with sweet gestures, a sweetheart who was handsome and immature but always willing to make things work - I had that boy who was slowly becoming man. She will find him in his perfection, but the man that I had was raw and the true version of him. Incomplete, adorable, loving and clueless - that he no more is. She will have the man who has gone past his flaws, while I had the one that she will never get to know.
- Mahwish Khan
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