Unrequited Love

Something stopped her from writing all this while.

Her obsession for him or his hatred for her ?

She stopped every-time the pen could have jotted down her feelings for him into words..

Because she was scared. Scared of losing those feelings merely into words.

Words which he never listened to...

She wanted them to remain within her forever.

Like beautiful scars on her heart that would remind her of the power unrequited love beholds..

He remained inside her like a never ending tale.

And she remained the same white crayon in his life: Unnoticed.

When she wanted to be a muse to him: Immortalized.

Love indeed is an illusion..

                        ---- Apurva