Love's Epitaph

It was hard.. i know we broke up, we don't talk to each other for days and days... it seems some light years to me.. like something is missing from my fucking life... itches me, irritates me.. then i made my mind to stop thinking about her... but i kept thinking, she is still in my mind at least once a day... sometimes you do something, you go to someplace else, you see somebody or hear something... and i too thought if i could go one day without her name going through my head.. after so many days i thought i should just call her once and ask how she is, what she is doing, but i couldn't call her.... you have this experience of feeling something so strong so good and as bad as it gets you can't forget that.. and you always think that tomorrow it will be the way it was before.. and the memory gets stronger and stronger.. and it just makes every day worse and worse... i know its over.. but she has this... she has the best heart not because i love her but because i know who she is.... i know i can't just call her.. i hurt her.. i don't know why i wasted so much time pretending i didn't care, i guess i just didn't want to feel like this shit.. it hurts.. i love her and i don't care if she thinks its too late because i am telling her anyway.. please don't do that, don't just disappear like that on me.. i said her to disappear but she shouldn't have listened to my words.. she shouldn't listen to me...

Why ?

Nearly every alternate second we raise our voice. We protest, we fight, we question – why? Such an obvious question played the fulcrum of several astonishing events of mankind. Renowned scholars argue, peasants fight, workers protest and lovely lover questions – why?