Yesterday, I deliberately stopped myself from writing about how much I have been missing you since the last few days. And today, Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi echoed my exact thoughts in his usual deeply touching way. He gave words to my disparate feelings about you. He says:
Perhaps I’m happier aloneEven when I’m here
I think of you there.
Maybe it’s for the best -
This bottle would never have lasted two.
I drink to you
And I drink for you.
It was wonderful while it lasted
And just as well after it didn't.
Even when I'm here, I think of my you there. :(