It takes visuals to remind myself of you. I seem to be forgetting you. It’s a good thing, forgetting past which does not make you feel the way you want to in the present. The distraction was dreamy, I mean who does not want to dream about happinesses not achieved yet? It makes you want more, more importantly putting in more efforts to get it just right. It was tough, replacing you with the love, wait! Do I really know what is love actually? Is it holding hands while you roam in the public with the fingers criss-crossed like the crossroads and you don’t feel the congestion in them? or Is it looking into someone’s eyes apparently long enough to understand the anatomy of the eyes and still wanting to look at it, even when you hate biology? or Is it having goosebumps in the middle of the night, writing about you? I clearly don’t have a vision to define it. apologies!

Of all the perceptions I’ve had till date of you, I guess “you” in specificity is just the me I saw while it was still with you.

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It moves slow, the buildings when I travel, hoping to let the obvious thoughts stay a little more, yeah the ones you never really intended to have in me, psychotic love, what’s wrong in naming it something people are probably scared of? At least the definition would stay, the same in everyone’s minds. They’re losing it, the meaning of love, by naming them with those crossroads(hashtags). It’s more congested, their feelings with the urban verses. They get too sad to be called depressed. It’s a phenomenon now. It’s not real, falling in love. It was never meant to be.

If you’re to understand love, you need to understand why you feel what you feel when you arrive at a place familiar to you, or smell a dish you once never confessed to have loved, or feel the sunshine with the right amount of ultraviolet content comforting your eyes.

@kaushikthinks

I guess I am still searching for you in everything not you, because it’s not you for sure.

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