A Special Constellation

 A Special Constellation
A lot remains to be said when we part every day. Both of us talk  a lot, quite a bit of the load on my heart evaporates by virtue of the tete-e-tete we have, but somehow, I always feel I still have a load on my heart when you rise to leave.

 

There is still a lot more to be said than I have already said.

 

I do feel good when we are together and we talk, a typical catharsis is certainly effected within me, a lot of my heart is certainly rendered lighter.

 

Simply being with you lifts a heavy weight from my heart, but a heavier load remains to be lifted from my heart when we part.

 

It is not something you say to me, but it is that you insist on leaving at the end of the day and I still have a lot to share with you that makes me feel heavy. The most successful weight-lifters will find it impractical to deal with this load.

 

These moments we spend together are simply not enough to discuss all there is to talk of. I think of hundreds of topics to discussing with you before we meet, quite a few are like drops of water in a pipe meant for filling buckets with water.

 

They wait for their turn to come out, but can’t make it to the outer world.

 

An eternity isn’t going to be enough to spell all my thoughts in words. There simply isn’t time enough when we are together.

 

Time flies to another land when we get together. I wish I could clip its wings. I want to be with you forever and a day.

 

I wish I could talk to you forever and a day. My heart is full of so many emotions and feelings all of them are bristling to come out.  

 

I manage to let some out while you are with me, but there remain a lot more emotions and feelings to be shared  when we part.

 

I think of so many issues to discuss with you when you are not with me. This is when I feel an eternity is going to be insufficient to say all of it in.

 

Moreover, I fail to find words to articulate all my thoughts in. There is always a lot more to be said. A cacophony of words is going to be miserably insufficient to say it all in.

 

There is  a deep silence confronting me at such a time. It threatens to shatter the fabric of peace and harmony within me with its sharp pitch. It is quite a delicate and fragile entity, which  I want to preserve.

 

The gossamer fabric of peace within me is symbolic of the peace everyone can see when they look at me. It makes me feel good, it makes me feel  better than anyone else.

 

I owe all this to you. I wish I could make you too feel good and happy because of me.

 

I wish there was some other way possible to articulate all that I feel for you. I wish I knew a metaphysical language that has all the words required to say everything I have in my heart for you.

 

There isn’t a single appropriate word in the lexicon to convey all I feel for you. A truck load of words are going to be insufficient. All the same, being with you is quite like taking a bath in an elixir.

 

All that is exchanged between us is smiles and nods when we are together; we hold hands quite tightly, and I firmly believe the fist is a conduit-pipe for our emotions and feelings.

 

The tighter we hold each other’s hands, the faster is the flow of emotions. I want to keep holding your hand tighter than ever everyday.

 

There are more than a billion stars in the galaxy and you stand out of all these as a special constellation.

 

I wish I could tell you how special you are for me. Words are simply not enough: I wish I could spell out all the metaphors and similes that cross my  mind when I think of you.

 

I wish this were possible in something more than words. I feel language is insufficient to express all I have in my heart for you. I feel like  a volcano on the verge of an eruption.

 

Lava is dying to jump out of it. I badly want to share all that I have in my heart with someone, I want to share all of it with you.

 

I sometimes wonder why it is so important  to say it all in words, why is it so important to convey my feelings for you.

 

I shouldn’t let you or anyone know of my feelings for you; these are some special feelings I have for you.

 

 I don’t know if you can say the same for me. I do wonder if you hold similar feelings for me. I can only hope you think of me sometimes.

 

There are times when I feel you love me, but there are also some occasions when I feel you don’t love me a bit. There isn’t a way of knowing anything for sure.

 

It doesn’t really matter. What matters is that I feel quite  strongly for you. the only problem is that this feeling can never be repressed in any form.

 

It manifests itself in a pristine form every now and then: I want to be with you. I  simply want to be in your company. Your company seems to be the only solution there is for all my problems.

 

There won’t be anyone or anything between us, I can assure you. We shall form the entire populace of the world  we live in and we are in.

 

My world already begins with you and it ends with you. I often feel stifled in this small world, but the consciousness of your presence in it fills it with joy and happiness the  next moment.