Will it hurt to just take a second glimpse at you? It is just that I haven’t memorized it yet. Who knew that, just a few seconds ago was the last moment of ecstasy for me would begin and at the same time, end? I don’t even know if I can live with this feeling.
What pain it is to find such object of affinity, to find someone and to live again. It is hard to just let it go-to let you go. Will you even notice the single heartbeat that beats for you? Will it be too much just to hold my hand?
I sit here doing nothing but to think of you, to reminisce the time when the world seems a blur but you? I pray to God that at some point in time you’d stop and feel the feelings I have for you. It has always been true that there is always a tragedy waiting for those who feel. A tragedy that sets apart all these thoughts inside me, a kind of twist in the lives of those who thought that there seems to be nothing more than breathing; a tragedy that would take one into a different light and a different world and change him completely. It is right to call you my tragedy?
Now that I have found you, will you find me?
“Words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think”
- Lord Byron quotes (English Romantic poet and satirist, 1788-1824)
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