You Happened

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Each time I know you a bit more, I admire you a little more & with all regards I find myself farer from the fact that one day i'll lose you.
The fact became reality, we lost each other, but the mutuality we had, won't fade, those thing's, feelings we use to share, won't fade. But we sue to 'the fact' and walk different paths, we keep wondering, thinking about that one step that gone wrong and we ended up here, we keep wondering and wondering and wondering, the moment we spent together were so damn real to end up being a lie, but I know it wasn't a lie, you know it wasn't a lie, we know 'us' wasn't a lie, it was the most perfect truth I've lived. 

After lots of thoughts in all directions, we ended up blaming karma, destiny, and all kind of senseless reasons. But somewhere, just somewhere apart from these solitary self of us, somewhere within these senseless reasons, somewhere far from all discomforts, looking at the deep dark sky, and the corner of our lip pull's out a little smile on our face, that smile is like oasis in dry desert, we cherish our moments, just one maybe, but we do cherish our moments with a delight that "You Happened"

All 'those'are just memories now, and I want to go back and be with you again, so badly. But time, it keeps moving, and things change & it's time for me to move on.
What are 'those' memories?
Well, let me pretend that I don't care, now I'll say ''I don't remember well, it's blurry, and it's fading too actually'', just to satisfy my ego, feed my pride, just not to admit that somewhere I failed too...
I'll say so, just to lie to my restless heart, to lie that I don't love you anymore, I don't miss you anymore, even if I pretend that I don't care, i am still standing in those memories, for endless time, but.... I'll say 'I moved on' ❤❤❤

-Sakib Tamboli
A Story Teller

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