Diary

Last page of a diary scripted by a heart broken girl, dedicated to the memoirs and the memories of the boy she loved, loves, and will probably love tomorrow....
I still relive the time when you first held my hand, when you first made me feel secure, when we strolled on the streets hand in hand,when you first kissed me, when you supported me in my harsh times, and most importantly I cherish the moment you proposed me publicly, amid the rain.They were all priceless, pleasurable memories in my life, but now they are the thorns in my life, coz you are not here to protect me from the perils of my life.
I still have the dress, you gifted me in my eighteenth birthday. Whenever I miss you, whenever I want to feel you, in my arms, I caress the fabric of the dress, imaging it to be you. Whenever I want to hug you, I elope the dress itself. I still have the bill of our first date, when you were pick-pocketed and I had to pay the entire bill, and your face was bursting out with colors of shame and anger. I don't care those, coz I got sometime to spend with the most special person in my life.
I still remember the times, when we had fights over the phone, when I was firm in my decision and you contradicted them, but at the end of the day, you were the first one to say "sorry" and pampered me. I miss those mornings, when you wished me "good morning", and the nights when you texted me "good night", but what I liked the most about your messages was the kiss at the end. "Muahhh". I still have those messages. I still remember the day, when I cried for you, coz we were parting our ways for our education, and you wiped off my tears saying "When I am here, have no fear. We will make our relationship work." I miss everything about you.
But now you are not here, and I even don't know where you are, how you are, did you get any other girl in your life. Still I pray for your well being, even if I can't see you. I am still trying to find out the reason why you left me, but couldn't even find one worth buying for. I believe that it was my fault, my dumbness, my inquisitions, my superiority, my immaturity, that made you leave. I'm sorry. I won't do it again. My brain tells me to move on, but my broken heart still screams for you - coz somewhere my heart knows that you will come back searching for me, and don't worry, I will be there only for you.