PS I love you

Love  /   /  By Amit Ghosh

I miss you when there’s no reason to, how much more if there was? I never felt such void feelings in my last seven years like this. Yeah I might have half a century break-ups but still this is some kind of awkard feeling when I suddenly got your smell, feeling your hands on my arms, snatching me to go somewhere.. Then a sudden pain, just a blow of air, amidst which choking for breadth.. Swiftly I refreshed the page I opened on the side. No she was still not online due to her hyper angry dad.

I promise you I will not let you go home. I’m not let you go, you’ll have to kill me first, call me a lunatic but I’ll ALWAYS be yours, always looking at your giggles struggling between cute phrases and fall for you over and over again. I really can not miss you too much and write romantic poems, I will go to your home in tomorrow flight.. Yeah, the lunatic have booked tickets for flight of Delhi and used influence of his great dad to fetch tickets of train and when you are reading this post, might be you have already get caught in his arms just after the train left Delhi.. It would be the loneliest feeling standing cold under the rain all alone. But if you were there hugging me tight, just right there by my side, then I hope it rains for the rest of my life.

I asked God why life’s like this. He gave me no answer. I asked why I’m still here. Again, He gave me no answer. I asked why I met you. He smiled and said, “So there’d be a reason for everything else.”… Aww..I love to miss you sometimes, I feel your smell, your hair falling over my forehead, your hands on my chest and here I lie wasting time in typing things in keyboards, lets save it as a draft and …hmm… what about refreshing facebook ? :)

About the Author

Aloha, I'm Amit Ghosh, a web entrepreneur and avid blogger. Bitten by entrepreneurial bug, I got kicked out from college and ended up being millionaire and running a digital media company named Aeron7 headquartered at Lithuania.

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