Dear distance, There is so much that you’ve taught me, through the years. You’ve made me fall in love with people, when I wanted to reach out to them, but couldn’t because you wouldn’t let me. You made me crave for them in a way I knew only love can. You’ve made me fall out of love with people when you crept in between us, and reduced
Dear ex, I still remember the day we first met. A mutual friend had introduced us and we connected instantly. Do you always take your dates to your bedroom on the first date? Don’t answer that. I would like to think that we had something special. Do you remember those cold nights when you could not resist kissing me? You wouldn’t leave me alone for a moment. I had
Hey, I don’t think you know me. Or maybe you do if he ever brings me up in his conversations with you. If you know me, you must think of me as very stupid because I was the one to give up on him, on someone who was much more than I deserved. Just before I say anything, I would like you to know that you are one
Dear kiddo, I have never been good with words but you have forced me to write this. I am in a park, watching you play with a football, all by yourself. And let me tell you something, “You are not very good at it.” But then again, you are just a four-year-old kid. You are not supposed to be good. You are supposed to be happy, and that, you
Dear Love, I know you don’t like it when I talk about my ex. But I am going to do it anyway. And I know that you will forgive me because your love for me trumps everything else in this world. When I was dumped by him, he cited that ours was not a ‘healthy’ relationship. But the truth was that he had fallen for that slim and hot
Dear you, No, I didn’t lose it to a stranger you met at the pub. I didn’t lose it to the hot chick you dated from my college either. I lost it to the girl who killed her pride more than a dozen times to call you.I lost it to the girl who painted her lips red and waited all night for you. I lost it
Dear you, If I sit down and contemplate, I’d find pieces of you, sprinkled all over my days; and nights come with the mosaic that it had already painted for me in the form of your silhouette as I remember every subtle detail of how your arms fold and how the tee bulges out of it. It’s hard not to think how would it be when our souls
I wrote to you like a dutiful child. The white of the paper covered with news about the hen peck on my leg, the new kittens and squiggles that felt like masterpieces. Sealing the letter with a kiss was a weekly ritual before I would send it to you in UAE. With time I graduated to love letters and forged letters to not get into trouble after bunking.