You.

You are drenched in the first rain of winters, unprepared. You walk back to your house, wet, in search of that familiar ardor. You are looking for the warmth to save you from the chilling cold. You open the closet and pull out that crisp white shirt still smelling of your essence. The fabric eases your goosebumps on the skin and calms the chill that had set in the heart. This is what talking to you feels like.

You are running to catch a flight. You know you are stuck at the wrong signal at the wrong time. Everything seems to be going wrong. You are so sure you will miss that flight. You are so troubled that you could cry. You reach the airport and hit the check-in counter only to realize that the flight is running an hour late. You finally breathe and smile. This is what meeting you feels like.

You go back to the school and stand in the sports ground. You remember running that hundred-meter dash when you were so sure you’d lose. You remember missing the ‘Go’ signal and starting late. You remember watching everyone ahead of you. And you ran so fast that you feared your heart will explode in your chest. Eyes closed, all you remember is the thump of that beat. You remember collapsing on the finishing line and tasting mud and hugging the ground. You remember hearing that applause because you’d won. You raise your head in disbelief and open eyes wide in amazement of it all. You remember that taste of tears on your tongue. This is what dreaming about you feels like.

You take a long walk next to the beach and find a homeless dog. His eyes tell you that he is lost. You are tempted to adopt him but the right thing to do is to find his owner. You look around but the place seems secluded at the twilight hour. You take him home, give him food, and give him a name. You post his picture on Facebook, twitter but secretly hope that no one comes to claim him. You fall in love with that shiny-eyed canine just to get that dreaded call from his owner. The dog runs to his owner and turns back to give you that last look of “ I- love –you- but- I- can’t- stay- with- you”. Your heart melts but you let go with a smile. This is what staying away from you feels like.

Mostly conversations will oscillate between stories that are fragmented and stories that have no endings. You love the feeling of falling so much that you don’t mind falling into that bottomless pit. This is what being friends with you feels like.
And in middle of infinite conversations and interruptions, somehow, somewhere, you keep remembering that warmth of the shirt in the rain and feeling of running and joy of hope, the taste of tears and the shiny- eyes of a dog that never stayed with you. You remember all the realities and the parallel universes where you built stories. These stories stay as memories do. This is what missing you really feels like.

P.S. I did not write this. I am only sharing it because it's wonderful.