"I am a man who would fight for your honour,
I'll be the hero you're dreaming of,
We'll live forever, knowing together,
That we did it all for the glory of love.
Glory Of Love by Peter Cetera
Who will sing this song with me now?
It's been barely an hour after he's left. And here I am sobbing at a 17-inch laptop screen like a lost little child with nowhere to go. I never realized I could feel so alone till the moment I helped him heave his heavy suitcase aboard the bus & watched forlornly as it rumbled away. This time unfortunately, I wasn't onboard. "Please don't go," I whispered to no one in particular. But I guess it was too late. It's just me now, I thought to myself.
I don't know how my feet found their way back to my room. But I knew as I sat on the bed, I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. Not with this alien sense of emptiness encroaching upon me. Every little thing reminds me of him. The empty space at the corner where his luggage used to be, his toothpaste on the table, the smell of his hair on my pillow & his Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman. I don't know how I'll ever be able to finish that book without crying.
I long for his voice & his fake complaints. The way he never fails to make me laugh or giggle with everything he says. I miss our dice games too. But I guess its just me now... holding on to fragments & slivers of memories of you.
You've asked me twice, "What was your favourite part of the trip?"
"The animals," I always replied.
But in reality, you are my favourite part of the trip, baby. You've given me the best birthday present ever. Thank you :)
Wants to walk again,