Saturday, March 3, 2012

Watching from above

It came to a point last night, that I realized, there is no one quite like him. Anyone can come close, but not quite.

Last night, I cried sitting down on my couch looking at a picture that I took. A beautiful picture that showed how close my nephews has been with him. How much they loved him. And I know I cried so much, because everything seems unfair. Wonderfully talented people perishing from the world, while miserably good-for-nothing ones are still being given the chance to live on and create more havoc.

Lately, I've been missing Sathyan a lot. I could not explain why, but I certainly do. He is just simply one of a kind. He is the kind of husband every girl dreams of, and I was that lucky girl who got him out of the blue. He always tells me I am a God-sent angel. Now, I simply feel it is just the other way round. He was just the kind of person who never really waited for me to tell anything - he just knew what I wanted.

I have been trying to understand this vast emptiness that often wraps my heart from time to time. I struggle to find ways to get rid of this feeling, but nothing worked so far.

Hopefully, I'll find a solution soon.

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