The Missing Ingredient

It was between the morning coffee and afternoon tea. 

It was between many sleepless nights and lonely mornings.

It was between tasteless lunch and two empty wine-bottles. 

It was between countless TV Shows and a few boxes of Kleenex. 

There's no longer you. 

Remembrance

Do you remember the time when you first lay your eyes on him?

Do you remember the time when you first feel the heart-beat within you, sounding so vigorous, just because he smiles back at you?

Do you remember the feeling when he first calls you, and his voice is just so heavenly? 

Do you remember the nervous feeling inside your stomach, when he finally holds your hand?

Do you remember the rush within you, somewhere within you, when he first kisses you? 

Do you remember the intimacy when you finally get to hug him so tight, as if there's no such thing as a space in a paragraph? 

Do you remember how sweet it is when he first says 'I love you? And the urge you have to say it back to him, that you love him, only to the rest of the world? 

Do you remember the pain you have to bear each time you can't see him?

Do you remember how it feels like to have so much love, yet so little time to show it? 

Do you? 

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I don't. 

This is not Goodbye

You used to be the one who'd care about all of us. 

You wanted to be a fairy god-mother - well, except for me, since I am only the nephew. So technically you're an aunt. But that's not the point. Because you have given me so many cousins. *grin*

You used to say you wanted to know me better. And I guessed that I didn't really open up myself to you. It's not your fault. It's not because I didn't value you. It just took time for me to really share something personal of me to someone else. I do value you. That much. And I just didn't really show it up. 

But to my awe, you didn't walk away. You stayed true. You said we're friends. And friends are supposed to be forever. I should have learnt well. 

But next time, dude, I promise you. We're going to sit together again,

talking about almost anything,

or just staying silent while watching some chick-flicks.  

There's never a-too-late for anything, is it?

So now, I am going to return you that favor. 

I am going to stay here, still here, silently praying that you'd do well. You'd stay happy. She would stay happy. 

And you guys would be complete. Forever and ever. Just like the fairy tales. 

I am going to stay here, this is time without any judging. I would be a good listener when you need, just like once and every time you've been for me. 

I am going to stay here, as a friend. So this is not a goodbye. This is never a goodbye. 

So, till someday, dear. 

Lots of hugs, 

Ed.