I sit and think at the end of the day. In retrospect I realize that there is so much that I never said to you. So much more that I felt, which you perhaps never heard.
I never told you how it hurts to see sadness on your face. Smile is what I always wanted for you. I know I hurt you. But I never told you how much I bled for all your hurt. I never spoke about the innumerable sleepless nights I spent, thinking about the pain and the hurt I caused. I never told you about the weakness I felt in my knees, at your sight. The satisfaction and the restitution your presence brought. Never did I speak of the happiness that your smile brought to me. I never said how gratifying it was to see you sleeping, next to me. I never told you how heart wrenching it is to hear distress in your voice.
I never told you how it hurts to see sadness on your face. Smile is what I always wanted for you. I know I hurt you. But I never told you how much I bled for all your hurt. I never spoke about the innumerable sleepless nights I spent, thinking about the pain and the hurt I caused. I never told you about the weakness I felt in my knees, at your sight. The satisfaction and the restitution your presence brought. Never did I speak of the happiness that your smile brought to me. I never said how gratifying it was to see you sleeping, next to me. I never told you how heart wrenching it is to hear distress in your voice.
I never told you how I still remember the smell of your tresses. I know I never told you how much I loved you.
