In a parallel universe…

I can feel your lips, may be because in some parallel universe I’m kissing you.

May be it’s my imagination but I want to believe it.

And I’m rooting for me in that universe who is living the dream.

Cheers to you another me!

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Moment of love

I could write endless love stories about you and me.

Every detailed moments.

Like how you would get on top of me,

Look me in the eye

Give me a peck in the lips

And roll on to the other side of bed

Search for my hand looking at the ceiling

Grasp my hand tight

Fingers intertwined.

In that fantasy, I could spend a life time.

Imaginary love

The idea of love has always given me a hope of finding peace and happiness in life. May be that is why I go searching for love even when I strongly feel love is not found by searching, but love will come looking for you. But this heart of mine is not patient, therefore I have become a victim of imaginary love.

I am different, not your average Joe but knowing this is feels like the biggest cruse when you need to hold you heart back of whom it desires, for love felt only by one and not reciprocated by another causes nothing but harm. But the saddest part is the other person not knowing the existence of the love. You don’t have the courage to confront this feeling and you settle for the imaginary love. The question I ask, must the other person know? Why can’t I be selfish and just take all the feeling this imaginary love can give me? The good feeling, the hurt, the sadness, everything. What is wrong in feeling all this. I will have to move on till then, let me drown myself in this imagined love. Something is better than nothing. And this thought has made a willing victim out of me.

via Daily Prompt: Imaginary