The day was here, February 14. A day where everybody revolves around two categories, the ones who could feel the essence of it with their beloved and the ones who did not have a beloved one to realise it's spirit.
The same went by today as it always does. Be it the flooded social media posts or the celebrated memories of togetherness. Everything and everyone talks around these two categories. The ones who had their darlings, celebrated the joy they felt and The ones who did not spent it mocking this day. But there are those who were left out in their silence, who did not belong to either of them.This one here, is for them.
The ones who lie in the middle of it, the ones who have both of those categories inside of them, or perhaps none of them at all. The ones who wished to be part of one but were left out by their fate into the other. The ones who realise the essence of it, for they have felt it once before but could not feel it's joy today. The ones who hold a heavy heart, gulping in the trauma of being somewhere in between. I feel you. I feel all of it. To have that special one reflecting in your tears that remind you, that you miss them as if hell has broken lose on you and that you love them as if nothing heavenly as such can be there ever. To remind you of the million memories you keep locked inside your heart, not letting loose their hold onto your soul even a bit, even for a second. To remind you of the slow eating void their absence has left inside of you, the void that will never be filled if they are not there by your side. It hurts doesn't. Or rather it kills, right? And even then you love them, with all there is left of you without them. No matter the pain, no matter the tears, no matter the broken heart, no matter the begging to God and to everything that you could see just to have them back. Just to find your way back home, your Hiraeth. Just to hold them again like you did once before and had everything with you, within you. Just to feel complete again. To be alive like you once were, loving them and being loved. So I say, Hold on like you did and keep holding on when what you dream and who you dream of, come to be true. Hold on.
This is to us, to the shy and quiet ones, to the ones who don't just get around with people in a meeting or two, to the ones who are found smiling in the corners of a crowd, to the ones who are busy noticing themselves in a room full of people, to the ones who want to talk but don't know where to start, to the ones who are misunderstood as rude because their expressions are too awkward to be sweet, to the ones who are found staring at the screen of their mobile phones just because they are too weird to say a hii, to the ones who can listen to someone for hours but when their chance of talking comes they fail deliberately, to the awkward, weird, and funny ones, to the ones whose coping mechanism is a smile on their face, to the ones who love knowing about people but can't utter a word, to the ones who are not easy to deal with, to the ones who are not easy to talk to, to the ones who look uninterested but they' aren't, to the ones whose existence in a room full of noise equals nothing, to the ones who are synonymous with silence, this is for us, this is for you all.
I see you, I see you wanting to talk but not being able to start, I see you preparing a lot just to say a hi, I see you wishing to be understood without uttering a single word, I see you speaking the language of silence, I see you paying attention and observing everyone, I see you craving attention and denying as soon as you get it, I see you..being fluent in silence.
this is just to let you know that you exist in the spaces between your sighs, in the world of unsaid words. You exist, you are here and I see you.. so today let's raise a toast to your existence.
P.S- I am sorry for not being able to reply to the comments. But I read them all and they make me feel so so so good. Grateful to have you all. Thankyou in advance.❤️❤️