I wish there was a place for people like us. People who think a little too much and love a little too hard People who mean no harm yet are the ones to give explanations to convey their intentions People who cry themselves to sleep at night because silence is easier than expressing of self People who feel burdened because nobody let's them be who they are. People who are a little too sensitive, a little too emotional and a lot vulnerable. I wish there was a place for us...
"This feels like the end of the road for us, you know?"
I stared at you, repeating your words in my head, over and over again. It felt like the end of the beginning, with a breath held tight.
It felt as if all the doors were closing on me, with each memory digging through my heart - making it seem like physical pain instead of emotional.
There have been days between us, where your smile was the only thing which lifted me up. You showed me the stars, performed the magic present in the universe for me. You taught me, that even with universe behind us, not everything works the way we want to.
On days when I started to believe a little less, you taught me how to look in different nooks and crannies for a different outlook. You showed me the real definition of love - not the ones teens masquerade around with.
You taught me how to be a gentleman when the world was seething with anger. You instilled in me the very basis of love, the warm and fiery feelings which actually are tempered with time.
There are certain things in life which we know is a mistake, only to never know it's one. There are things in life where we are waiting for the stories to come true, where we seek the bigger story about our life.
I know not when our story began, yet, in your ethereal wisdom, you only gave a solemn smile to all my queries.
You taught me how to look out for angels, how to give you everything you wanted. You did everything, and we shared memories.
The memories which go through my heart at this moment, ranging from when you pulled me in a warm embrace, kissing lightly at my forehead and whispering how much you loved me.
You made me marvel at the soft glow of fairy lights, twinkling softly in our room, ranging in white and pale yellow colours. You made me visualise heaven in your embrace, the genial warmth ranging from your soul - especially when it had enough room for me.
You taught me about love and life, made me realise that real love occurs when you don't even think about it. You gave my life depth, pulling me back on the right path endless number of times.
Emotions never were just mere feelings, they ran deep within our soul, ingrained in our hands, throbbing in our hearts and bare underneath our skin.
You taught me all about life, love. You made me into who I am.
Yet, today, your line keeps ringing in my head.
Grandma, you taught me how to hold on and let go, made me realise that only in those two words could we find actual peace.
Grandma, I'll hold on to our memories, let you go.