Why doesn't anybody know? They think I was crazy. That you didn't love me. Was I? {Sorry, this poem is a little bit rough}

The last time I touched shreya. The last time that i didn't wanted to be last.

In the end, All you really had that was truely yours is your faith.

Love and Shakespeare.

Food for thought.

You wanted me to stay. And I did stay. But, Rather than making a home in this broken world. It would have been great, If we had an adventure together. Yet, You wanted a home. And we made a home.

I always loved you,Shreya. I really did. And, Alas! I still do.

You asked me to move on. But I couldn't answer you then. And till this date, I can't. Because I won't move on.