Well not really a story , but a reflection from my past life. A letter I wrote to the estranged love of my life. While I was getting stranded by addiction , getting lost in my expectations with medical education, losing the hold on my music and poetry. And yet it has been 3 years, she never said why it was over, but I never stopped hoping either. Letter writing is almost out of trend but this was my last resort. To the day I don’t know if she read it, but I can just live with the content that she did.
You’ll probably recognise my immature handwriting(originally handwritten); it is perhaps the only thing that people retain about me.
But not in your case because I left a mercurial adjunct of bitterness, tears and uncertainty for you as you left. But today I hope you have your allotted share of joy, glee and satisfaction. I had many things to say but at one take and in a nutshell I can tell you, I think you chose the right path in life, a decision to move on for the affirmative, bright and positive life. It is but human to err, but consider yourself fortunate and blessed to have found love for life at such tender age and now prospects of a perfectly consolidated and abundant family life of your own in the near future.
For me I was a hermit before you came along. My social recluse remains consistent. The pain in my upholstery has mostly assuaged itself. Maybe I still love you, maybe I’d always do, but this is unrelated. This is a bit apologetic, a bit on the landmark of my propaganda to a better life. It is nowhere near attempted to win you back. If you have accepted it, I can kickstart down my lane which turns miles away from you or perhaps anyone else but hey it will still have life in it. If you don’t its fine but then it will certainly make it to my autobiography one day. But hey that is how life works, you live on hopes, but you don’t die with them I learnt that from you.
I’m sure I’ll see you someday. I mean it’s been 2 years. I don’t care. Maybe tomorrow the wait will end, maybe a mid 40s visit to my clinic with your children ,maybe late in the gates of senility .For me you’d always be here with me ,even Park street and Lake Gardens seem a barren wretch without you, you’ll continue to live in my words , my imagination. For you just watch out and stretch the eyes of imagination if you ever want to reach out for me, cause I will be right here waiting for you.
P.S. I will always love you no matter what