It's not like everyday when I wake up and find everything the same
But now I find something missing, something gone
From my life
When you are not mine...
It's not like everynight when the stars shine and the moonbeams fall
But in my bed I lie alone, with your thoughts
In my mind
When you are not mine...
He hasn't slept. For last 12 nights. He blinked in the darkness wishing all that was happening was a dream. The streaks of city lights pierced through the curtains creating a random pattern on the dark walls. He kept staring...
Back to the days when he would drive forty miles and meet her at Columbia. She had just moved into New York, and in fact it the first time she was out of her country- the same place he belonged to, India. She was young, a mix of liveliness and shyness, and a strange stubbornness.He remembered the first time he met her. At a departmental store trying to swipe her debit card- but it wouldn't happen! She had felt stupid, never owning a plastic card while being at India. The first time he saw her, he wanted to kiss her. And may be love her, own her.
She bit her lips and smiled a little. And in the years later she often did so, every time she was a bit shy, a bit embarrassed.
She always thought it was love at first sight. He never really knew what love was, but he wanted her. He liked to hold her soft slim body in his arms, he liked to look at her, listen to her words...he would sometimes be speechless by the affection she would endow him with, the love that would make his every day worth living so much.
She never left him. Till that day.
He did, again and again. But today the tables have turned. For some reason he has always believed, she is there, no matter what she will be. But now he knows he won't. She walked out of the door at the restaurant at Rockefeller. She still looked so loving and pretty. But he couldn't tell her, that...he still loved her.
She was going to be someone elses. And in a span of 24 hours she would be gone, forever/
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