The memory of yours,

Has been a harbinger of those moments,

Which I would cherish my whole life.

Your foible and idiosyncratic traits,

Attracted me to you.

The memories try to fade away,

But the voices of the past are locked,

In my journal; forever in my grasp.

It reminds me of everything,

When I read it, I relive everything,

Recreating them might be an obsession,

But it is the essence of my adolescence.

I see a happy kid, with a big smile,

Creating a world in which,

he will live forever,

Giving life a shot.

You remind me of that vivacious boy,

Who would run to that small hill,

To pluck the daffodils for you.

Or were they, I will read that chapter again.

You remind me of that clownish boy,

Who would dance on the street,

Like he is in a musical.

You remind me of that stupid boy,

Who thought he will never grow up,

That life has no miseries,

That this world will remain the same,

And he will live forever with his love.

But he didn't know,

What life had in it for him.

That he would have to leave everything behind,

That he will have to work for pennies,

That he will have sleepless nights,

Thinking about everything,

That his love will be lost,

That he won't get to marry you,

That Universe will never conspire,

to unite our love.

That he will get old and feeble.

That he will resent himself,

For writing that Journal,

Reminding me of the path not chosen.