Realization
I understood I never actually loved you.
Not because you were there with me,
Not because all the thrills were gained and there was no turning point.
I realized you were not the ideal image in my head.
So, I stayed with you, without loving you.
Yes, we can perform.
We can act.
And, there is no actor better acting than a woman.
No one can have access to a woman's heart,
Nobody can read her.
It's complex.
I never loved you.
I tried.
But, I failed miserably.
Because, you were not the ideal image in my head.
You couldn’t match that.
I am in love with an image.
That's untouchable.
Unreachable.
Unfathomable.
Unattainable.
I am in love with a shadow.
A mirage.
That's nowhere to be found.
Unrecognizable.
What I thought was casual is real love,
And, what I thought real was a forgery,
An illusion.
What I thought was mere distraction was actually a journey.
Love is a complex theorem.
A long lived silence.
A mystery.
A disruption.
Never to be understood,
Only to be followed.
Never to be consumed,
Only to remain present.
Love is an art of war.
The war of hearts competing with each other.
©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy
Timestamp: 11.20 am, Tagar

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