...when you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear to always get me through the day
And make it ok
I miss you...
Today, I will
not speak to you about what you should do, but about how I feel. There are
couples whose love burns as a star at the outset of a relationship, but whose
relationship quickly descends into a strange war. Am I being vague? She saw him
at an entertainment spot, he made the first move. They quickly bonded, their
love was unmatched. He found himself doing things he had never done for another
woman. She found herself giving into this man like she had given herself to no
other.
For a while, their love prospered, and their passion for
one another blazed like a fiendish fire. But then there are these little
things he always did that nagged her and though she loved him, she wanted him
to change. He loved her deeply, but she made a friend, and this friend became
too close for the comfort of her boyfriend. Slowly they began to argue, fights
began. Subsequently, they broke up. Days later, they made up. It happened again
and again, each time the tear in their relationship became bigger until finally
they were both too exhausted to care anymore.
A year later, he gets drunk and calls her. She picks up and
they talk. She misses him, even though she is afraid to admit it. He misses her
even more, but he will not tell her. Why? Well, she misses him but how will she
know if he has changed? How will she know if he won't hurt her again as he did
before? He wants her desperately, more than anything else in his life. He wants
to tell her that he misses her and that even though he has met dozens of
damsels with enchanting beauty none of them is like her. He wants more than
anything to hold her in his arms, brush her hair, hold her head back, stare
into her eyes and kiss her full in the lips like he hasn't kissed her
before.
He won't do this, he will never do this, not even if she
begs, not while she still has that close male friend whom her boyfriend feels
he left her for. This is what he says to himself, even though deep down he
knows it not to be true.
He loved her like diamonds and gold, he put nothing before
her. They were always together, the envy of their peers. They went together
like thunder and lightning. He loved her and she loved him, but none of them
admitted to this at first. Their relationship bloomed. They bonded greatly. She
threw him hints, small hints at first, but he didn't notice so she escalated
her attacks upon his heart. She tried big hints, he did not get it. Desiring his
love, she began to do things like to tickle him with her big toe whenever they
were together. She laughed whenever he spoke, even when what he said wasn't
funny. She would smile like an angel at him every morning. But he loved her too
much, he did not believe that an angel such as her could love him back and so
he dismissed all this as just games that she played upon his conscience.
She withdrew from him, his love for her overtook him and he
courted her day and night moving the sun and the moon to bring heaven at her
feet. Delighted by the new power she suddenly held over this man she continued
to resist him, he went even further, above and beyond the limits of what even
he believed he could do. Both amused and excited by the eccentricities that his
passion revealed, she provoked him, goaded him for more. But by now he believed
that the battle was lost. He too withdrew.
Disarmed by his hurt pride, she sent her friend to inquire
about him. A friend whom she unconditionally trusted, unwittingly orchestrating
the demise of the very thing she was trying to salvage. Her friend was charming
and cunning, she motivated him and reassured him that he was indeed loved and
treasured by the very woman he desired. Encouraged, he tried to court the lady
again - again he was rebuffed; the friend intervened, reassuring him that all
was not lost and that maybe there was a glimmer of hope. The cycle continued
with the man always trying to impress the lady he desired and the lady
rebuffing him and sending her friend to make excuses for her whenever she offended
him.
Irritated by the fact that she would not humble herself to
apologize to him whenever she accidentally hurt him - instead sending her
friend to do it for her - he decides to stop his attempt at romances and
decides to focus on his own life. Sadly he never understood that she loved him,
and she rebuffed him only because she was afraid to gain his love only to
someday lose it through a mysterious circumstance.
She misses him, but she will not admit this for she fears
what it may mean if she were to admit this. Will he become proud? Will he
boast? Will he tell the world that in the end it was he who won and she was
wrong for what she did? He misses her too. He wishes that he could tell her,
that though the years have passed and he has met many more sublime women, she
is still the object of his desire. He wants so much to embrace her and spin her
like a child and to devote himself to making her happy - but if she does not
humble herself to admit that she misses him, that she cares for him just as
much as he cares for her, then he will never return to her. His myopic illusion
conceals from him one crucial fact - that she may never have cared for him as
much as he cared for her. After all, the one who says "I love you"
first, is the one who cares more.
If like me, you've been there where I was then - take heart.
All things work together for good. If it was meant to be, it will be.
So why does your pride make you run and hide?
Are you that afraid of me?
But I know its a lie what you keep inside
This is not how you want it to be....
