Canvas of emotions

Every time you like someone, it arrives with the freshness of a morning dew, it carries a sense of newness and spark of hope that this might be different this time. 

There is a movie called, " kabir Singh. " I would like to believe you guys have watched it. There is this line in that movie that's stuck with me: I like the way you breathe. It's strange and embarrassing to admit that I found comfort in rhythm of his breath. We often slept on the phone together, and in quite of night his breathing become reminder that someone is there, a presence that brought me solace.

I always knew our paths don't align. Our dreams and desires do not lead to future together. But still I wanted a little more time with him. Though our paths have separated for the best I still wanna hold on to the memory of him as something meaningful and sweet. 

I always say he is my bittersweet experience. Today, I wanna set aside the criticisms and shortcomings. Today, I want to focus on my feelings, the connection that makes me smile. People are connected to each other by an invisible thread. In a world where each connection is woven with intention, he has earned his significance in my life. I feel our introduction was not a coincidence, but the inevitable action of fate. Regardless of the outcome, I remain poised to learn, to grow. He is the mirror that reflects both my brilliance and my shadows, an irreplaceable chapter in my story of self-discovery.

Sometimes, it's the brief encounters and short-lived connections that leave the deepest impressions on our hearts. In the tapestry of life, he is a thread that may no longer be a part of the ongoing design, but the mark he left is indelible. So, I hold onto these memories, these feelings, cherishing them as a reminder of a time when love opened its wings and brought me a sense of newness and hope, even if it was just for a while.