It's almost midnight, and I'm writing about you, because you know I can't stop writing when I write something about you. I have hundreds of thoughts about you in my head. So, I sat down to write and pushed the sleep away to keep it a golden memory in the diary: boys, girls, crowds, jams, car horns, and me and you. When I was extremely close to you, the sound of your breathing was reaching my ears even in the crowd; I could feel the heartbeat of your heart, but I pretended not to hear.
I was walking in the crowded street looking into your eyes. Walking through the crowd holding your hand, I discovered for a moment that I was a responsible man, though I am not that responsible. And that awaited most significant moment happened. I always imagined getting so close to you; no one had ever been so close, I would spend the night in the hope of getting so close, and I would turn the morning into night. And that's precisely what happened. What else is needed to be happy? As I stood waiting for you under the foot-over bridge on the side of the busy town road, the sun was shining brightly on my face.
When I looked to the front with my hands on my forehead to see you clearly, I could see you in front of my eyes. I looked at you in amazement; I could not take my eyes off. The light green and light blue combination is my favorite dress you have been wearing. The necklace you were wearing around your neck was glistening in the sunlight. It took away the attraction of my eyes.
The closer you got to me, the more my throat went dry with the thirst to touch you. You looked so beautiful; I was jealous when others were looking at you. I didn't want anyone to look at you. But you know that not always what I want will happen, as I know. So I focused on seeing you without paying attention to others. You could not walk properly because your legs were sprained. When I walked with you holding your hand tightly, my mind wanted to hug you tightly on the busy sidewalk. But I was trying my best to be a responsible man.
Walking through the crowd with you and feeling the warmth of your body was intensely tempting. But I was engrossed in trying to be a responsible lover, no greed could shake me, but I fell into the trap of desire on your lips. So then, when you came very close in the middle of the crowd and were talking to me, looking deep into your eyes, I felt your thirst, the thirst to embrace.
When you held me tight for fear of getting off the rickshaw, I still resisted the urge to touch you; I couldn't resist the urge to have those cute little fingers of yours.
But today, when I could not see you at the bus stand, my heart was filled with grief. I am leaving this city, but you are not here to say goodbye to me. I wanted to say goodbye to the town once I saw the face full of Maya, but it didn't happen.
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