If I had a time machine, would I travel back in time to relive my glorious days with you?
Yes, I would and then I would hit that ‘pause’ button so neither time nor the circumstances could take you away from me.
There was a time when my day didn’t begin unless I heard your voice. Your voice would bring millions of fluttering butterflies alive within me even when you were thousands of miles away. I needed your messages in every few hours to get me through the day. I didn’t need caffeine anymore; you had to fix me a dose – a love dose. I craved your company day and night. I wanted to watch our favorite movies and TV series together sharing a tub of popcorn, a can of coke and our warm bed. I needed you to melt me in your arms and steal me away from this world. I longed for your presence but the distance stood as a fatal barrier between us. I didn’t realize the precise moment when my sense of this world became entirely restricted to just one person – you.
You were a man of your own kind. I survived every challenge that came my way: from being unwanted sometimes to being unloved the other times; from being repeatedly taken for granted to being able to cope up with you cold attitude and mood swings every now and then. One second you were a warm lover and the other second a ferocious beast. I ensured myself that I would muddle through anything for us because you were my final destination. I didn’t see anything beyond you not because I couldn’t but because I didn’t want to. I was left shaken and traumatized after every one of your raging thunderstorms but I believed that my patience would pave rather a fine and lasting ground for us only for you to prove me wrong. I didn’t realize the precise moment when I had mistaken my flaws for my strength.
You have me wondering if I was just a fool in love. You have me wondering if there really was any fire of passion burning wildly in the depth of your eyes that enticed me. You have me wondering if our love was merely a delusion to justify the necessity to be with each other for a destined while. You have me wondering if you were me, would you love yourself the same way I do or cage your emotions and give up. You have me wondering if losing you is freedom or an imprisonment to my own existence. I didn’t realize the precise moment when these nerve-racking uncertainties overtook the empire of my reality.