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19/03/2025
~ An open love (goodbye?) letter to someone whom I had always loved.
Four or five years it's been,
Since we had first met? -
No chatted.
One year maybe?
Since we had first met!
I had always being so,
Insecure about my feelings.
It went one after
Other as always,
But, you were the constant,
You were my insecurity.
I still remember the day,
I stopped you from,
Leaving it, the feelings?
The first time.
Just as you remember,
That aggressive part,
Of mine? Writing your name,
On my profile? Oh god,
I still don't remember it.
Days then passed,
We fought, we sort it out,
But that some connection,
Within us, stayed.
Still, it's there.
And years later,
The day we actually met,
And before that,
The day I really cried,
The night when
truth of mine unveiled?
- I trust you, at times.
Then we met,
And you were as the same,
Making me comfortable,
Without closing,
Your mouth,
Chattering like a radio,
And I'm just same,
as every time as you say!
Bad at talking,
And better at writing?
I'm still worried about,
The complexity of,
The relationships,
And myself within.
We then made it clear,
That, we don't have a,
Happy ending,
- we then tried to act well.
I did it well,
Though you failed,
Sometimes,
I acted like I havent,
Loved you before.
The contrast thoughts,
we have, which I kinda,
Hate about you,
- I'm sorry, can't agree to you.
It's always best for us to,
Act and act.
Then we met,
the other time,
when you held me a letter -
When I destroyed the day,
Please gotta know,
I'm worried to be close.
I begged in my mind,
For your pardon,
That I lied.
The forgiveness of yours,
And the myth that,
We both share,
Made us meet again.
The day, the night, the eve,
Every time I met,
Every time we chatted,
Every time we called,
You made me happy,
- I swear.
And that made me think,
- why I still can't think,
About taking another step?
But, O dear,
I'm really scared - feared,
That I can't take another step.
The days continued,
Everything passed,
We acted and acted,
Every time you said about,
Your past love,
It got me an ache,
Just as when you gotta,
Know my crush,
Towards someone you don't,
Really liked.
Days again went,
People saying much about you,
Not so good as you know,
But I still don't felt it like,
- I trust you! Always did.
I still remember our,
First call, I rejoiced,
Still can feel that,
Weigh of happiness.
Do you know?
One of your quality -
Is making people
Comfortable,
The first call doesn't,
Felt like first.
But the after moments,
Of that call,
When - our first,
War started.
Please feel the,
Pure love in it,
- innocent me!
Coming back to now,
The last day we met,
The flower that you gave,
Is still treasured,
In my heartfelt book.
The day - when I seeked,
For peace and,
I found it in you,
But kept it in me.
I'm a liar of my feelings,
That I always,
Lie to me and others,
You thought you,
Know me well,
Where you know me,
But not so deep as that well.
O dear, I loved you,
In silence at times,
Whenever I found peace in you,
As I was a refuge of
Peace within you.
You know I haven't,
Ever saved your name,
But I made it,
Recently,
With a white heart,
Believe,
It's the beautiful,
Confession,
I have ever did,
- to myself.
O' dear, whatever be,
I'm still scared - feared,
So as you said,
Let me love you in the silence,
Let me forget you in it's loudness.
With love Jaanu.
(As always writing is my only tool)
19/03/2025
~ An open love (goodbye?) letter to someone whom I had always loved.
Four or five years it's been,
Since we had first met? -
No chatted.
One year maybe?
Since we had first met!
I had always being so,
Insecure about my feelings.
It went one after
Other as always,
But, you were the constant,
You were my insecurity.
I still remember the day,
I stopped you from,
Leaving it, the feelings?
The first time.
Just as you remember,
That aggressive part,
Of mine? Writing your name,
On my profile? Oh god,
I still don't remember it.
Days then passed,
We fought, we sort it out,
But that some connection,
Within us, stayed.
Still, it's there.
And years later,
The day we actually met,
And before that,
The day I really cried,
The night when
truth of mine unveiled?
- I trust you, at times.
Then we met,
And you were as the same,
Making me comfortable,
Without closing,
Your mouth,
Chattering like a radio,
And I'm just same,
as every time as you say!
Bad at talking,
And better at writing?
I'm still worried about,
The complexity of,
The relationships,
And myself within.
We then made it clear,
That, we don't have a,
Happy ending,
- we then tried to act well.
I did it well,
Though you failed,
Sometimes,
I acted like I havent,
Loved you before.
The contrast thoughts,
we have, which I kinda,
Hate about you,
- I'm sorry, can't agree to you.
It's always best for us to,
Act and act.
Then we met,
the other time,
when you held me a letter -
When I destroyed the day,
Please gotta know,
I'm worried to be close.
I begged in my mind,
For your pardon,
That I lied.
The forgiveness of yours,
And the myth that,
We both share,
Made us meet again.
The day, the night, the eve,
Every time I met,
Every time we chatted,
Every time we called,
You made me happy,
- I swear.
And that made me think,
- why I still can't think,
About taking another step?
But, O dear,
I'm really scared - feared,
That I can't take another step.
The days continued,
Everything passed,
We acted and acted,
Every time you said about,
Your past love,
It got me an ache,
Just as when you gotta,
Know my crush,
Towards someone you don't,
Really liked.
Days again went,
People saying much about you,
Not so good as you know,
But I still don't felt it like,
- I trust you! Always did.
I still remember our,
First call, I rejoiced,
Still can feel that,
Weigh of happiness.
Do you know?
One of your quality -
Is making people
Comfortable,
The first call doesn't,
Felt like first.
But the after moments,
Of that call,
When - our first,
War started.
Please feel the,
Pure love in it,
- innocent me!
Coming back to now,
The last day we met,
The flower that you gave,
Is still treasured,
In my heartfelt book.
The day - when I seeked,
For peace and,
I found it in you,
But kept it in me.
I'm a liar of my feelings,
That I always,
Lie to me and others,
You thought you,
Know me well,
Where you know me,
But not so deep as that well.
O dear, I loved you,
In silence at times,
Whenever I found peace in you,
As I was a refuge of
Peace within you.
You know I haven't,
Ever saved your name,
But I made it,
Recently,
With a white heart,
Believe,
It's the beautiful,
Confession,
I have ever did,
- to myself.
O' dear, whatever be,
I'm still scared - feared,
So as you said,
Let me love you in the silence,
Let me forget you in it's loudness.
With love Jaanu.
(As always writing is my only tool)
