The pain gifted by you is as precious as you my friend. I keep them, hide them, caress and nurture them in my heart... and never share with anyone, not even with you. It's absolutely mine. The expressionless relations are left unattended. Yet the love for them get reflected through creativity... Love for the art sometimes is love for the pain. And the art can heal the unexpressed pain before anyone observes.
I can't express how much I loved you all these years. Distance changed your feeling. Not mine. For me it never does... You still have the power to break me down.
You only remembered the hurt. I only remember the encouragement, the support, the fun you gave me. I remember criticising you on your face as if it was my responsibility, praising you behind your back, feeling proud of every bit of your success.
One day we all will stop...stop talking, stop seeing, stop thinking, stop missing, stop hating or stop loving. Everyone is going to stop living one day. What remains is what filled the heart & touched the soul.
Love & anger can change a person thoroughly. Let me live with the pain for sometime. I want to feel it more...live it more...reflect it more in my work...
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