Dear Abhinav,
I wanted to write to you, just to feel that you're there somewhere, breathing, moving on. I wish I could tell you how every single moment, not every day, but every single moment away from you is such a horrible torture. I know it is my fault that you left. But I tell everyone that if my love is true, you will return. Maybe after 10 years when you're fed up of your wife, you'll need a friend, and you'll give me a call...So, I'll wait. I don't look at myself in the mirror you know. My eyes are red always, puffy, empty. And you know, my skin is always dry, and I think I've forgotten what it felt like to laugh. I know you will never read this, so it's okay to be so weak. Your memories haunt me to sleep every night. But atleast the pain reminds me that you existed, that I had experienced the greatest joy of my life once upon a time. You didn't make me sad, don't ever think that. I just remember falling asleep in your arms, I knew that was completeness, true happiness. I'm working hard, working long hours - 12 - 13 hours everyday. Then I watch TV, listen to sad songs, read books and watch movies to kill time. And sometimes I speak to Aashay and I hear how happy you are. So I'm okay. I hope you get into IIM this year. I cannot see you coming back to me even if you get into IIM. But it doesn't really bother me. I'm okay. I don't want to cry any more. Just ring the doorbell...Please...Come soon. But you won't. It's okay. Good night for now.
Love,
Tami.
I wanted to write to you, just to feel that you're there somewhere, breathing, moving on. I wish I could tell you how every single moment, not every day, but every single moment away from you is such a horrible torture. I know it is my fault that you left. But I tell everyone that if my love is true, you will return. Maybe after 10 years when you're fed up of your wife, you'll need a friend, and you'll give me a call...So, I'll wait. I don't look at myself in the mirror you know. My eyes are red always, puffy, empty. And you know, my skin is always dry, and I think I've forgotten what it felt like to laugh. I know you will never read this, so it's okay to be so weak. Your memories haunt me to sleep every night. But atleast the pain reminds me that you existed, that I had experienced the greatest joy of my life once upon a time. You didn't make me sad, don't ever think that. I just remember falling asleep in your arms, I knew that was completeness, true happiness. I'm working hard, working long hours - 12 - 13 hours everyday. Then I watch TV, listen to sad songs, read books and watch movies to kill time. And sometimes I speak to Aashay and I hear how happy you are. So I'm okay. I hope you get into IIM this year. I cannot see you coming back to me even if you get into IIM. But it doesn't really bother me. I'm okay. I don't want to cry any more. Just ring the doorbell...Please...Come soon. But you won't. It's okay. Good night for now.
Love,
Tami.
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