Reel To Real, Can I?

The little sunshine on the outskirts of town, summer to reappear just like the butterflies returns to their house. The clingy behaviour that I possess with my books, Today, it lay just as a piece of cloth on the table. My mind is not ready to come back to the state where it was, a book nerd. The roads in front of my library seem empty enough as much as my heart is, .....right now. I headed up to see what I could do with myself, flapping my hair and then tying into a pony. I wore my cat-eyed spectacles which I must admit that I hate it, and went to the transparent window in front of me which showcases the empty roads, with few people moving here and there, which once used to be crowded as hell. That time was indeed the heart of my life. I used to be a girl with lots of emotions and love overflowing on every other person until he entered. I turned back, looking at the height of my library stack, all those books that I lived.

Those lives that I felt, those lakhs of dreams I saw for those characters, sometimes stay lifeless on my stack. Nevertheless, they represent me fully, and does look beautiful too, just like Mahabharat and Meghnad? Fairytales and the vampires diaries? Have you ever thought them looking at each other and smiling? But , I was looking at them, together. The person standing outside on that road can't even imagine how many lives and personalities I have gone through only in this single life, in this small room through these books. Yet, everything washes away when I think the only real life, and the real moments I spend with him.

Though, I have captured that too, by writing him but, whenever I read it, something seems less for him. Because there can be no words , no sentences, no adjectives possible to describe the feeling, that he made me feel. At the top of the mountains to the ocean on the earth, he being physically available or not, always made me feel his breath and his heartbeats. I don't even need him to be physically present, to feel him. Just closing my eyes, and thinking his face, wearing a glorious smile on those shinning eyes is enough for me. Like, right now, just sharing about him, he came near me putting his hands on my face and smiling at me for thinking how stupid I am to think that I don't need him and then the winds snatch away, him from me, and I can't describe how painful it is. Again, looking at that books I see every character that I have read in my lifetime in front of me, trying to calm me down but those are just my imagination, I know will fade away. What I really want right now is him, physically present with me, because I am tired of living a life in dreams. I wanted to be real now, with him.