The Ring

It was in Istanbul, Turkey that we decided to exchange rings. She bought me a ring and I too bought her a ring. It was an engagement ring. Both of us were excited. It was a wonderful feeling, as it was a symbol of our love.

But things were not as we planned. We had to depart. But I still wore the ring even after a year of our separation. Each day I thought about her. I just could not get her away from my mind.

The ring has too many memories of the good times we were together. Out of desperation I decided to throw away the ring in the hope that I would no longer be thinking of her. But alas, after getting rid of the ring, nothing changed, I still think about her. She is still constantly on my mind.

The ring is merely an object, I was mistaken in thinking that getting rid of the ring would erase any memory I have of her.

In times like these even Alfred Tennyson's poem below holds no meaning for me.

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;

'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

Love is a funny thing

Yes I am in love can't you tell.... But my life is complicated. Love for me is not as easy as has been experienced by everyone else. My heart will not follow what my mind says. For in love only the heart will take centre stage. I am in love with a girl when I should not and have no right to be in love with her. The girl has every right to be in love but it is me that should not be in love. Should I give up on this love, when maybe this could be true love for the two of us, an undying love that will not fade.

I have tried, really I have tried. I have tried forgetting her for the last 18 months. I have cut off all communications with her. No more emails, chats, phone calls. But alas not a day goes by without me thinking of her. She is constantly in my mind. What am I to do. What can I do. I have to accept the inevitable and accept the fate, that we will never be together.

Distance never separates two hearts that really care, for our memories span the miles and in seconds we are there. But whenever I start feeling sad, because I miss you, I remind myself how lucky I am to have someone so special to miss.” - Unknown