User:Subhangi Debnath

Love: "Reality or Fake?" Here I present a beautiful incident, based on true story of a life! My first upload in Wikipedia, Need support

Dear Friend, This is for all of you, I want you to share this sentiment and take from it what you see as belonging to you—because there are little pieces of what I’m about to say that you will see yourself reflected in, and some that you may not, although it really is all for you. For all of you. I remember when we met. We were 13 years old and used to go to same tuition; we were 14 years old and discovered the feelings; we were same years old and started +1 and +2, we were 15 years old and falling in love for the first time: whenever, no matter, we were just kids then. We still are, but when we met your eyes were definitely sparkling; I know because that’s what I remember most about meeting you. And now, where are we? We’re older. We are further apart. Me here, you there, and her, somewhere else entirely. We’re strewn across this world without each other and Friend, it’s not easy without you. I look back on the photos of our last weekend together and I wish we could have had it in a way that wasn’t addled with all our fears and insecurities, our not knowing when we’d see each other again. We’re coming up on a year apart and still we don’t know when we’ll meet again. The way we used to meet on the way to home returning from school, I miss that. Am missing the letters I used to get from you in each and every week. I don’t know How are you, rather How are you doing, the thing I know that is, You can’t forget me, I played a vital role in your life. You were helped by me in getting Bengali in 12th standard. The notes you used to give me in chemistry and the notes of Bengali I used to give you. I can never forget you DEAR! After overcoming all the threats and warnings of parents, society, Friends, we used to meet as per because of we couldn’t stay apart. We have never dreamt to be together for the rest of the life, but the feelings was true which we had. The feelings, with NO ATTACHMENTS. But somehow the circumstances were not in favour of us, that’s why we had to leave each other and had to break US into YOU and ME again. This was an accident, nothing more or less than this. I admit and even apolozise for all my misdeeds if I have done any. But I want to get you back only. Trust me. Some negative comments impulsed the poison in you, but by shading the poison apart you can look back again. It won’t be a big issue. It breaks my heart to think of you struggling there, because I know sometimes you do. I know things get hard and you feel alone. I know this because this is how I feel. And I feel like everything would very easily, very simply become better in a moment, if you could sit across from me, sipping your coffee, and reach out your hand to hold mine as my voice reaches fever pitch. I know that in my panicked crescendo, that look you used to give me, the way you used to sit by me, the way you talked to me, would bring me silence today. Because Mr., you know. I know. We had that special comfort of love, wherein I can tell you, and you can tell me, in the most matter of fact of ways, how to make things better. You can be brutal in your opinions and your advice and yet that brutality is merciful, loaded with all the affection I’ve ever wanted in this world. I guess that’s how we know we love each other—because we’re not trying to protect each other, we’re trying to help each other be better without facing directly. We don’t offer each other retreat, there is no asylum; instead, we stand by each other in battle. Have I said that I miss you, my Love? That we don’t talk nearly enough, but that I know when I need you, you will be there to absorb my tears because between us, time and space have become both limitless and meaningless. And somehow, the distance has made me love you more. It’s made me understand better that what we have—what us few are blessed with—is rare and impossible. Now that things are difficult for me, I see they are for you too, and for her and her and her. Even though we’re so far apart, we’ve managed to synchronise our sorrows, and all call to each other at once, as if by some ancient conch that only we know the secret call of. All I want is for you to materialize by my side or I by yours. I want to be able to hold you and I want to cry the way I know I can only cry with you. I want all our brown hair to weave together until we can’t see through it, and then I want to fall back in laughter (because together there will be laughter). Together we’re double. We’re double in strength. We’re double in sadness. We’re double in happiness. We’re double in love. We’re double in all the neurotic shades that combine to make us who we are. We’re double in our insanity. We’re doubly tall and doubly wide. We’re doubly equipped to deal with all the nasty things that life throws our way. You make me double me, and more: you inflate me in such a way that makes anything possible. Everyday, from a distance, I am holding your hand even if you can’t feel it. Because for you am such a girl whom i can’t clarify properly. But again I hope we will be together soon, just after you work over the difficulties you are having about me in your life. I love you is hardly enough, but I’ll say it anyway: I love you.

Yours Only, Your name,

Written by Subhangi Debnath, Kolkata