How I'm seeing you fade away after giving me so much just like I see those people fade who gave me nothing but taken too much. Never thought best things like you could also gradually vanish this way. This process feels like how I blend dark shade with light one while sketching so smoothly that you can't see the line of difference. You or me couldn't do anything, even now. This seems like a natural process. You have one of the best parts of life and it ends without any twist and turns, just like YOU. Nothing aches but sometimes when you look back it seems like an irony. You come close and part without holding anything against, I guess it's beautiful. You are there, I am here, nothing has changed yet everything has. Sometimes I feel like you've gone too far somewhere better and I'm still stuck to the place where I've always been, in mess. You tried holding me and you did it quite well then. That's what I needed the most. When I started doing well you just started fading. Just so unconditionally. I've always said always will, no body here can be like you. I've always said about myself that this world doesn't deserve me, but this world doesn't actually deserve people like you but you've made your way to live here too while I'm still in delusion. I wish I were as bold as you to push people away if they didn't fit in my energy area. I feel I've just stuck to a certain age of mine and I'm not growing up after that. There's a lot of struggle. I wish I could accept things easily like everyone. I no longer long for adventures while they don't leave me. I've stopped reading your mind long back, I wish I could do that now, life would have been easier for me to keep going. It's not that bad too but as I said better than this. I adore you, always will. You may disappear from my life physically but you'll always be in that small soothing world that we created together..!! - Kriti
You ask me often, why am I so scared of letting my guard down. Of letting you in. Why are the walls I've encased myself within, so high and so strong? You often talk about how hard I make it for you to break them.
And I wish I could tell you that these walls aren't made of concrete. They're glass. Glass with crevices all over. Each depicting a scar, a memory of the time vulnerability made me immune to the fear of itself. A mere touch of your finger can bring them crumbling down, all at once.
But that is not what I'm scared of. Letting you in is not what I fear.
What if, one of the splinters ends up stabbing you?
Hey! can we talk... I know you don't know me. Neither do I know anything about you. But hey, can we share some stories of our lives... Just tonight. I know you might be busy or not in a mood to listen to a stranger's rants. I totally understand. And that's perfectly alright. You can very happily deny. But just in case, you feel alone or maybe need a companion, like I've been searching for one... I am here... With my own story to share. And I promise... if you wish, I'll be that patient ear to you. Can we talk... About the things that hurt. I have stories that I can't utter... But you... you are a stranger... You'd be in a different city by sunrise... And I... I'd be headed to a different destination. So can we... Just talk... Tonight. You can take away my story... To the distant land, where you belong. Narrate it to others if you wish... Or take it to the grave. After all you're a stranger... What difference does it make. You'd be telling the story of a faceless girl... without a name... To people I'd never see. So may I... Please... disclose all my secrets to you... Can we... Talk for a while... I've been feeling so heavy of late. Only if you permit... next to you, may I take a seat.