I Got You

One night, I promised I’d someday write about you, and tonight, I shall keep that promise.

I have an inkling of how you feel. I see in your eyes what I used to see when I look at my reflection in the mirror. I see longing, I see grief, and most importantly, I see a lack of understanding. How can it hurt so much and when did it start to hurt this much?

You don’t know what hit you. One moment, you are busy enjoying your time together and the next, you become aware of what particular things you love about that time. Then, you love.

That isn’t the problem. The problem is that she doesn’t love you back, at least not in the same perspective that you love her.  You swear, no one will ever love her the way that you love her, but it’s not enough. It will never be enough.

If only you can freeze time and hold that scene that constantly haunts your dream. The scene where you held her hand, looked into her eyes and she did not let go – of your hand and of your eyes.

You know that every step that she makes on that fateful day will be one step away from you.

I kept my promise because I am inclined to make another one.

I promise that you will be fine.  It will hurt, it will feel like it can last a lifetime, but it won’t. And you will love again. It is true, nothing will ever compare to her but I assure you that every time you love, it is a love that is incomparable.

In the meantime, I will be there to hold your hand and remind you that someday, everything will be worth it.

I will never let go. I got you.