These lines are Excerpt from the book "An Idiot, Placements And IntervYOU" authored by Toffee. but they truly expresses what I feel...
She was, in the beautiful sky, still smiling and I was perplexed, helplessly looking at her enigmatic smile. Just like a dream that comes at night, she came into my life, and when I woke up, she was nowhere in my sight.
A police van with the usual irritating horn whizzed past and I came back to this world. I then searched for her in the sky, but in vain. Took one more sip of vodka, this time a little bigger one, but again, I couldn’t find her. She had left me, all alone, all over again.
I stared at the beautiful gold ring that I was holding in my hand, for the infinite’th time I guess. It was heart shaped, with three stones embedded inside the heart. I had dreamt so many times of putting the ring on her finger and saying those three magical words - I love you. But I think few dreams are destined to remain only dreams.
Though my idiotic brain tells my stupid heart that there isn’t any hope of fulfilling this dream in this lifetime, somewhere in some corner of my silly heart, there is still a little hope flickering like a candle light in strong wind and at the same time dwindling like a melting snowflake.
The problem with losing your first love is that you can never get over it, no matter what. You meet a million pretty girls/handsome guys, you can easily flirt with many, and you can even make many of them fall for you, but still you won’t be able to love them. All that you’ll ever want is the one you love, and anything and everything other than that can’t give even half as much happiness as you get in just being with that special person you love.
You behave normally with people around you, laugh at all stupid jokes, enjoy hanging out with friends, and you earn money, good job, respect and what not. You get everything in life, and slowly, you even get along with your life. But deep down inside, somewhere in some corner of this brainless heart, the feeling of the one you love the most not being with you kills. Without the girl I love, every damn thing in my life sucks and all that I am doing is watching my life suck deeper and deeper and deeper…
I was sitting on a bench alongside the Lake, all alone, sipping vodka and watching the beautiful sky full of
stars without the moon. One more tear drop rolled down my cheek and a few more
followed, but this time, I did not bother to wipe my tears. Just like so many
beautiful stars in the sky, there are so many beautiful girls in this world,
but there is only one moon and only one love. The moment was perfect. The moon
was missing, and so was the girl of my life.
I gulped down one more sip of vodka mixed with Sprite in a 500 ml pet bottle. Call it the ‘vodka effect’ or call it love, I could see her pretty face, with a beautiful smile and a cute dimple, in the dark sky full of twinkling stars. God, her dimple was so cute. Given a chance to kiss, I think I would kiss her dimple first and then her lips.
I gulped down one more sip of vodka mixed with Sprite in a 500 ml pet bottle. Call it the ‘vodka effect’ or call it love, I could see her pretty face, with a beautiful smile and a cute dimple, in the dark sky full of twinkling stars. God, her dimple was so cute. Given a chance to kiss, I think I would kiss her dimple first and then her lips.
There she was, amongst the stars,
smiling all the way and I was kind of dying. When I had met her for the first
time, I never thought even in my wildest dreams that I would fall in love with
her. Neither she nor I know how we became friends, and then good friends, and
then best friends. But now we are just strangers to each other, as if we never
ever met, and will probably remain like that forever and ever. It’s so amazing
how it all begins with a simple ‘hi’ and then the sweet little conversations
slowly change your life forever. Not only did I lose my girl, but I also lost
my best friend. Sometimes, I wish I had never proposed to her and remained her
best friend for life.
She was, in the beautiful sky, still smiling and I was perplexed, helplessly looking at her enigmatic smile. Just like a dream that comes at night, she came into my life, and when I woke up, she was nowhere in my sight.
A police van with the usual irritating horn whizzed past and I came back to this world. I then searched for her in the sky, but in vain. Took one more sip of vodka, this time a little bigger one, but again, I couldn’t find her. She had left me, all alone, all over again.
I stared at the beautiful gold ring that I was holding in my hand, for the infinite’th time I guess. It was heart shaped, with three stones embedded inside the heart. I had dreamt so many times of putting the ring on her finger and saying those three magical words - I love you. But I think few dreams are destined to remain only dreams.
Though my idiotic brain tells my stupid heart that there isn’t any hope of fulfilling this dream in this lifetime, somewhere in some corner of my silly heart, there is still a little hope flickering like a candle light in strong wind and at the same time dwindling like a melting snowflake.
The problem with losing your first love is that you can never get over it, no matter what. You meet a million pretty girls/handsome guys, you can easily flirt with many, and you can even make many of them fall for you, but still you won’t be able to love them. All that you’ll ever want is the one you love, and anything and everything other than that can’t give even half as much happiness as you get in just being with that special person you love.
You behave normally with people around you, laugh at all stupid jokes, enjoy hanging out with friends, and you earn money, good job, respect and what not. You get everything in life, and slowly, you even get along with your life. But deep down inside, somewhere in some corner of this brainless heart, the feeling of the one you love the most not being with you kills. Without the girl I love, every damn thing in my life sucks and all that I am doing is watching my life suck deeper and deeper and deeper…
