The Haunting of a Love Half Written
written by: Pratyasha
The mountains, the skies, the pond, and the roadside—
You and me, in a vintage car,
Wind whispering through open windows,
The scent of old leather and autumn leaves.
“Where are we going, my love?” I ask.
“Somewhere where there will be no fear for us,” you say.
I know you. I have always known you.
But—wait. Who are you, exactly?
No, it doesn’t matter.
I just know you were meant to be mine.
Your eyes—so beautiful.
The blue in them, as deep as the sea,
As brilliant as sapphire,
More precious than the rarest blue diamond.
And yet, there is longing in them.
Why, my love?
I am here, beside you.
Whom do you long for? What do you long for?
Then I see your smile—
Your lips, so hauntingly perfect.
They say a woman’s lips are like rose petals,
Like ripe cherries, like precious rubies.
But yours? Yours are something more,
Something beyond words, beyond beauty.
And yet—why does your smile feel like a secret?
Why does it look as if you know something I don’t?
As if you know this isn’t real?
But why do you think so?
This is real. Me and you—this is real.
Your eyes plead for words,
They speak, though I cannot understand.
We are moving forward, toward something beautiful,
A journey, a destination unseen.
But—wait.
What is happening?
The dream—
The sky is crumbling.
The world is unraveling.
What’s going on?
And then—
I wake up.
Reality crashes in, cold and sharp.
And you are gone.
Lost, like a fragment of something once whole.
You slip through my fingers like sand,
Like a whisper stolen by the wind.
I wanted to hold on to you.
To reach for you, to call your name,
To beg you to stay—
But I couldn’t.
It was never in my hands.
I curse my dreams for breaking.
For giving me a glimpse of something I could never keep.
I wanted to sleep forever,
To drift endlessly, just to be with you.
I don’t know who you are.
And yet—I do.
Somewhere deep inside, I know you.
It has been five years
Since the last time I saw you.
Yet, you have never left me.
You linger in the corners of my mind,
A shadow that never fades,
Not an obsession, not a memory—
Just something that is always there.
Unfading. Unforgotten.
Lost—
Yet somehow, never truly gone.
Even now, when I speak of you,
When I tell my friends about this dream I cannot escape,
I see only your eyes, your smile—
That hauntingly beautiful smile.
Your gaze, searching for me,
As if it knew it was the last time you would see me.
Or perhaps, it knew I would suffer waiting to see you again.
Was it cruel, my love? Were you cruel?
Did you leave me behind so I would long for you?
Or was I the one who left first, without knowing?
Were you my past life’s lover?
Were you meant to be mine in this life too?
And now, you make me wait—
To ache, to yearn, to wonder.
You smile at me even now, in my dreams,
A smile that makes me restless,
That stirs something deep inside me—
Something I cannot name.
But my love, my darling—
If fate wills it, we will meet again.
And this time, I swear,
I will never let you go.
Not in the first life,
Not in the second,
Not ever.
- The Haunting of a Love Half Written - April 30, 2025
