A letter to someone who will never know

Dear

Someone who will never know

Maybe I am hopelessly boring but you are endlessly fascinating. And so I thought I could never be your hurricane. How could I when you aren’t even aware of the longings that have beaten down so deep inside my heart where you can never find them.

You don’t know the stolen glances I sneak whenever you are not looking. You don’t know that I desperately wait for you to acknowledge me, without me having to start a conversation. You don’t know how my eyes drift towards you hoping somehow you would be waiting to catch mine. You don’t know that the smile of yours lift my heart. When you laugh, there is a carefree innocence within you that see more genuine than a child.  Maybe I am more than content to play this beautiful game but a part of my heart hopes for more.

Maybe I am a fool to think that you’re different with me when we are alone. That I know things about you that is difficult to comprehend by others. But then I am stupid enough to be entrapped in this beautiful mess without you knowing the essence of it.

It’s been weeks I have wanted you. It’s the little things that sums up my desire to know you more. I know that you love your family in the most beautiful way possible and care for your friends more than anything, like they are the limbs you rely upon. I know you have a kind of look when you smile apologetically and your eyes become smaller; when you are bored or when you are at peace. I know that sometimes you bite your nails when you are thinking.

I know you couldn’t give what I wanted, a desperate promise and an empty heart where I could stay. But I am ready to take anything and everything you could give, a temporary bliss; aimless walking in the night, sharing songs, innocent teasing and endless bickers. Sometimes you push and then pull testing the boundaries maybe thinking I could never leave. You want your heart’s privacy more than the intimacy of sincere connection.

Maybe we are like two parallel roads never meant to cross each other. But then would my admission of the sensations that evokes in my heart whenever our eyes meet for brief seconds create any difference?

My heart needs a little courage. And I don’t think it is going to find the same anytime soon. But it is stubborn, seeking passion in your eyes when I am just like every other person in your life. I want to be that part of you which you never share under a pretentious smile whenever something is bothering you. I want to be a company in the rain, when you seek peace in some far away land.

You are more than just a person. And I hope, maybe you would be missing our little moments of silence in the rain sometime when I won’t be bothering with my messages, I hope you would be looking back when we part our ways at the crossroads like that night when we caught each other turning after we spent quite a time talking about anything and everything with brief moments of comfortable silence in between. I hope you catch me searching for you in a crowded room and smile at me like you’re doing the same. But sadly you never leave my mind and probably I never cross yours.

It is 2 AM, I am tossing and turning in bed knowing you’re asleep devoid of any possible hint that I am waiting for blue ticks on the message I sent while I drown within the moments I hold close to my heart.

Yours

Someone who has probably fallen for you

Author's Note

Thank you for the reviews

Reviews

[Ardra]

Maybe we are like two parallel roads never meant to cross each other...

Never meant to meet? Maybe is better just a suggestion...
I liked that line... and how simple things makes a lot of difference...and the other person is unaware ... :)

[prachi prangya agasti]

Thanks so much

[Sudeep Mishra]

Keep on writing. This letter can beg you a story.
I hope to see you explore. Replies of the blue ticks may unfold more such pieces. Do write.

[prachi prangya agasti]

Thanks....

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

A love can be so loyal and dedicated even when it loves unknown. It is an anchor in the soul that keeps us still and solid. The waves roll over us unabated, sweeping us further into its thrall. Sigh! I know those long and lonely nights when the heart is so in love, when each beat speaks his name, and thoughts wander to his door. Well penned.

[prachi prangya agasti]

Thanks so much

[Leslie Philibert]

Letters are an old and well liked literary form, and this is a fine example, emotional but also considered
and rational !

[prachi prangya agasti]

Thanks so much

[Coyote Poetry]

A worthwhile letter. I have wrote many letters never send. I liked your deep and honest thoughts. I wished often to find old lovers and ask questions. I never did. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing letter and thoughts.
Coyote

[prachi prangya agasti]

Thank you...:-)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.