from the diaries of Tanvi
Out of the blue, if I tell you that I miss you, will you really realize how much?
Sometimes I think about you all day and feel why I missed something that I feel so
important. And sometimes your memory flashes in my mind like a butcher’s knife.
With one swing tearing apart my heart and going away, leaving my body to feel
the tremors. No matter what, I want you to know that I think about you and I
miss you. I don’t know if the feelings you have or I think I have towards you
are the same as they used to be. Even then, I think there is something still
remaining in me that feels bad about not being with you and having to live on
memories that become the needles used by a poor acupuncture therapist. They
hurt more than they heal.
words is depreciating, I doubt mere ‘miss you’ can portray the entirety of my
anguish. That doesn’t mean I have to abandon my means. I use these words, which
when not felt the same way, become empty shells. But believe me, these are
heavy. With the weight of the tears gushing through my eyes and the depth of
the hollow pit formed in my heart. Don’t discard these as useless marks of ink,
they sting as they pierce out of my heart with a hope that your response would
fill the holes formed. If not my heart would remain as a netted veil covering my
memories.
