I write because I don’t want to forget the minutest details of what you said, how you looked, who were around us, the butterflies in my stomach, the smile on your face and the way my hands were cold right before you said goodbye.
I write because the as much as u appreciate the photographic memory of my brain, I know, one day it will fade away. Few parts of the memory will become blurred, faded or even get erased. I write because I want to re- develop the photographic memory and frame it again in a special corner in my heart.
I write because I’m so hopeless that I cannot speak my heart out at times and writing can be free flowing of the emotions trapped in me.
Only if you read it. Only if you knew I write about you.