A Goodbye you never said

When you stared at my eyes the first
time, I remeber how many times I rebuked
my kohl for it kept whispering my naivety.
'It was the first and last time when I felt pleasure'.
My heart was blushing over the fact that how you used to smile and pulling out the breaths that were holding us together. When you played your favourite song I told you that it's the worst I am hearing. But you were like 'What seems to be beautiful is actually not and what shatters your peace today is what will comfort you later'.

I smiled and dream locked myself with you and don't believe in wishing upon stars.

When you talked to me the first time I laughed like hell. I caught you pasting poetries on my parched lips and it still saves me from indulging myself into 'self-love'. I never knew what heartbreak was until I desperately waited for the phrases of love you wrote for me. Everytime when we lacked a conversation I miss those butterflies in my stomach. I often repeat the sentences that you said to me sitting beside lakes and I can hear echoes there.

I talked and made you mine and now don't consider anyone near or dear to my heart except you.

When you loved me for the first time I recall how I expressed my grief to you every night and you embraced me like it happened nothing. The days when you offered warmth to my frozen heart was the day when I learnt how to spell Winters correctly. Those snowflakes that peep from windows wanted to touch you once. Despite the misinterpretations I create at times, I didn't overlook how you choose to stay, Always.

I loved you and making sacrifices just
to make you happy and what matters a
lot to me is your happiness and nothing else.