All Buried in my chest
Sometimes I sit down trying to think about something beautiful
and all that crosses my mind is u my dear, brief friend "J". Trust me
it's been a while, but this feeling is killing me. I pushed u too hard to
your breaking point yet you were genuine yet you were authentic.
Expressing ones feeling is a task indeed; that's what I have
learned. It takes a day to forget someone you said hi to, it takes weeks to
forget someone you smiled at and smiled back, It takes a month to
forget someone you conversed with genuinely and it takes eternity to
forget someone who means a lot to you, one you blown your chance for being
with, one genuine, a friend, best friend.
All I wish for is even a hello, to quench my heart just to know
that you are fine, just to know that you moved on and happy with someone else, and
just to know that indeed I played a part, in making you stronger.
I wrote thousands, hundreds of letters, e-mails, all I get is a
reply from 'Mailer daemon 'I wonder why.
I hope this letter reaches you, I hope you will read this, I hope you
are fine