I wish I could be honest about how much he matters.
How hard his silence hits
And how restless are the moments between his mediocre advances.
I wish I could tell him that I have come to love him despite the complete comprehension of impossibility. That I would break all rules and flee all boundaries if he’d decide to.
I wish he would, for a few good moments of my life, keep aside his regulations and embrace me. Embrace the heartfelt love, company and warmth I’d give him with all my might.
I wish he’d see through me, to realize how much the distance between us has impacted me; when it shouldn’t have. I wish he’d see the scars he has caused unawares that would take ages to heal now on.
I wish I could let him know he matters to me more than he’d ever know. And for one lasting moment of my life, I wish he’d see it, and take me in his arms and feel it too.