Some Diary

Dear Page No. 79

I certainly don’t know you and I don’t know whether you like me or not but the fact is that I have spent too much time looking around for people who would listen to me. Listen to me not because they think I am losing it, listen to me not because they owe me something or listen to me not because they think I need to let it out. I just want someone to listen just to know what I feel like inside.

You seem like the only guy who would listen to me without asking questions, without telling what should I do and how I can get over this. 79 have you ever been in love? Haha what a silly question. What would you love? Page number 78 or the printed lines or maybe you can fall in love with this ink. Let me suggest you something, don’t ever do that.

You know the best part of talking to you 79? You won’t even ask me why and you won’t tell my secrets to anyone too. Will you? You know 79; it has been over 7 years since I last saw her. You know those rains? The water coming from skies, have you ever seen that? Ya, I met her last time in rains. It was beautiful, not because it was raining but because of the fact that it was looking the way I was feeling. A little weepy, a little breezy, a little greeny and a lot cold. You know what she said? She said ‘Don’t measure the time we spent in years do it in seconds, we had our time but life doesn't stop’.

Wasn't that lame 79? Measure in seconds, I don’t know what seconds, crappy thing, crappy lines. Yeah, I know what you are thinking. What she said was pretty good, deep indeed. Buy what do I do? I have thought of a million reasons to hate her. Like maybe she had an affair with someone, maybe she wanted someone richer, maybe she wanted some better looking or maybe she was never serious.

But what do I do with those eyes 79? Those big black eyes, every time I try to hate her, the large vacuum, the emptiness, the nothingness of her eyes flash to me. Her eyes say that she wanted me to stay, they say it was real. Was it? I don’t know, maybe it was a dream that I am mistaking to be true. Can’t get it out of my head after the sleep.

You know my friends say that I should start dating someone. What do you think? Life moves on? It does? Why is it not happening then? Parents sent me to a psychiatrist this weekend. He says I should engage in interactions, make new friends. That’s why came to you 79. You know, you are a good friend but it’s the last line we are left with.

79 we had our time, don’t measure our friendship in lines count seconds we spent together.

Truly Yours