The Candle is still Burning
I hate you for leaving me. I hate you for not acknowledging the gifts I gave you on your B'Day. I hate u for not wishing me on my B'Day. I hate u for not answering my mails. I hate u for misunderstanding me. I hate you for inflicting on me so much of pain. I hate myself for still believing that you have a solid reason for what you have done. I hate myself for still clinging to the hope that you 'll come back one day, answer all my questions and clear the air. I hate myself for believing that you 'll come back one day, and wash all the pain away. Things haven't moved an inch ever since you left. I haven't seen even a single shooting star ever since then. I'm doing many things which I love and I'm having happy moments almost everyday. Yet, I don't know why, I feel something is amiss. I miss you the most. T here is still some pain . There are still some tears. And in these desperate times, there is still some faith. There is love. There is still