Residual Feelings (Title of my New Book)

This is what I wrote for the first time when I started writing this book.

The book turned out to be much better.

I thought about it, I felt a thing in my heart. A darn feeling of being alone for the rest of my life is what I stood by. Love happens for once & I know it was true. It will never happen again. And I'll never fall in love again.

I'll never fall in love again. It is not by choice. It is just a thing that makes the matter exist in space. It’s shear logic. I felt it & things will never be the same again. It happened & only thing that came to my mind was "Why did it had to happen".

I was never a boy with a crazy heart but a very young boy, reckless, restless & a winner. But when I lost it, I lost it because it was a battle & not love. But I thought about it & I knew it was love because it was love & it’ll never happen again.

My feelings were true & so was my heart telling the truth. I begged for the clouds & felt for the hell below me. But none was alive. I was alone, alone on the stretcher. My heart was weak & eyes screaming in fear. Love it was & then a broken heart alas!

I felt a deep passion of symphony calling for a truce & so did I follow. But the land was barren because the time had passed. My love was a single heart on the motherland of our sorrows. I always believed that something was wrong with this world. So it was either me making a false statement or just a sorry fellow crying on her mamma's arms. One of it had to be true. So I started a life to know the truth.

9 days alone in the silence I wept. But she didn't call. 'Let's just break-up', She had her heart take a call on 24th of January. Waiting with a little life inside my heart, I gave up & it was not odd because I still felt a feeling for her.

I knew I loved her from the moment I saw her. Her simplicity & bubbliness is what I had fallen for.