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Nothing can measure distance b/w Two Hearts

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‘She’ll always hate me, no matter what I do, There’s no mistake this love is gone’. This song is freaking the hell out of me right now. I can relate to the song after a little fight I had with him and now I have the fear of losing him.

We do have fight sometimes, just like normal couples. In the arguments, I lose myself in anger and yell at him. When I’m angry, I lose my ability to think clearly, cognitively. I get infuriated when somebody either interrupts me or if he doesn’t listen to me or misinterpret me. It freaks the hell out of me.

In our arguments, I yell and get crazy and at the end I ask him to leave. And after he’s gone I try to calm myself, I understand things better also with a touch of fear to lose him forever. But at least this saves further heated arguments.

Two Hearts' Distance

 

Today too was not different to the scenario I just told u about. We had a fight because he didn’t answer to me when I was questioning him. I lost my calm and obviously asked him to leave. But after he was gone, I got crazier. We boarded the same train to the way back home. We were in the same compartment of the train, he was at a distance from me, but still in my sight. I was just seeing him, and wanted him to look at me but he was controlling his anger too. And then he looked at me, we constantly stared each other from the distance, we let out eyes talk that time. My anger was gone. Then, it was his station so he had to de-board so we said byes. I sometimes shout at him but always I get filled with guilt. My anger gets me crazy but I don’t love him any less. I’m glad he understands this. After he was gone off the train I was missing him and also thinking about the fight, the distance, the love.

 It got me wondering how odd is this? How quaint this feeling of love is? I made a conclusion that distance between two hearts is unfathomable. Contrary to the distance between two places, which can be gauged with the help of tools, scales, anything. Two places will always have a constant distance irrespective of anything but measuring distance between two hearts is just not a piece of cake. You just can’t measure it. It doesn’t care for the geographical longitudes, latitudes, it’s beyond scientific calculations, beyond the horizon of eyes.

They can be on the opposite ends of the world but still close in each other’s hearts or in the same room totally strangers. Not glancing, not caring of the utter existence.

That is the beauty of Love. No distance can either separate it or can reinforce it. Love is the strangest yet the most beautiful feeling in the world.

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My Heart is Beach…

GoSolo (4)My heart is Beach; your footsteps are all I have. The pretty shells, oysters, conchs that come to shores once in a while and then go back to ocean with the next wipe are our memories together. Memories that we made together, having little laughs every day.
There’s a thing about memories, they’re never good or bad, the situation makes them, similarly, these shells aren’t either bad or good, our being far is to blame.

GoSolo (6)Just like rivers meet, our hearts diffused to create this beautiful ocean of ours. And this ocean’s depth was my love for you. And like a magic trick, while my eyes just blinked, your heart left me. Because we were one ocean, weren’t we? Now the depth of the ocean is the deepness of my thoughts.

The eyes that saw you every time, that fixed the shape of you in every shadow, in every crowd. And these waves are my eyes, the rising and settling waves, which weep more often than not these days. Each tear, each wave whispers something in my ears-‘You’re gone, for better or for worse, but you’re definitely gone.’ These waves secretly wipe our names on the sand that we wrote together, the lyrics of the songs that we hummed together, and take the shells of our memories that we played with together from the shore.

I’m not happy, I’m not sad, I’m numb, just one of those I don’t care moods. These waves are taking the weights of my heart, the shells from this sand. At least, my waves won’t harm me, they’re loyal, and I know this.