Yes, it's always the case of you know and another person knows and both of you are aware of the other person yet you do not bring it up in person.

Strange and funny for it seems, the more the loneliness, the more secrets I want to tell you. The imagined conversations I have with you, vanishes, simply because you are near me.

Yes, all the beautiful friends I’ve known. The ones I see everyday. The way our eyes met. The chatters we had. Made me all the more lonely. At least when I’m alone, I can pretend to tell you, all that is about me, and you can show me, all that is about you. But when we’re together, I can only pretend, to be someone else. Someone else talking to you.

Yes, all the beautiful women I’ve slept with. The things I’ve wanted to tell you. The secrets I hid in my heart, I never told you. It’s hard to say it out, because it hurts. Who knows, you may laugh at me. It’s foolish.

Yes, all the beautiful strangers I’ve met. Out in the streets. Walking towards me. When I look at you. When you look at me. We could be so near. Yet, in that moment of our lives, we merely brushed past each other. I’ll never know who you are. And you’ll never know my secret.
That I love you.
Yes, to you, to you, and to you.

I’m in the mood for love. Simply because, you are near me.

Strange and funny for it seems, it’s the beautiful ones I don’t know, I’ve never slept with, I’ve never met, that knows my secret.




And I love you too, my beautiful reader.