To the one I fell

I don't know where and how to begin. You know I am bad at beginnings. You know, the efforts you used to put for me, the care you used to show helped me believe in love. I didn't know when I started to fall for you.

Maybe, it is a common human tendency to get attracted to someone who shows pity, a little care, or perhaps a ray of hope. I fell for you hard, hard enough that my heart would break into pieces, later on. Love was the only thing I believed was true until then. After you, my faith in love took a step back.

I have our pictures on my phone, still. They remind me of our happy days. We had laugh so hard together, our shoulders rubbing against each other. You had wipe out the food crumbs off my chin, and we had prioritize each other the most. I thought this was love. Until the day you introduced me to someone you called as "yours". And certainly, I wasn't that. You wouldn't believe, but love has made prayers come out of the heart of an atheist like me. The concept of rebirths always seemed bullshit to me, and here I am, wishing that we two stay together at least next birth.

Grudges? I don't hold any. This was neither your fault nor mine. Maybe, I still love you. And maybe, a tiny part of me will continue to do so. And every time, now in my prayers, I wish that you don't fall this hard for someone who won't feel the same. It sucks, you know.

A gentle reminder: I still miss you.

From,

Someone who sucks at endings too.