Friend?, a classification that didn’t fit her. And when, suddenly, the old memories come as a phone call, you panic as if it’s going to change. For a voice that casted the binding spell in my heart, it didn’t require a second to realize it was her.
How did I know it was you? You were always there with me.
Men don’t cry, they say, but for tears that didn’t come then.. didn’t know it was the same me.
And with years and distance apart, for a folly that was once done, I realize she is not in my arms to say ‘I love you’.
PS: I got the idea from poornima's post 'Do you know how long longing can be? '