it's been a while

It's been a while, but what does that "while" mean? For a boy in love, it means years, decades, and his lifetime.

It's been a while since he saw her or even heard her, but still, he couldn't forget her radiant shine.

It's been a while since he was ghosted, but still, he remembers her as the girl he fell for.

It's been a while since he found his love, the one he dreamt of.

It's been a while since he was happy and cheerful like everyone around him.

But the question is, will he ever be able to move on?

NO.

Because men in love are the most weird creatures; they never move on.

They never forget the moments they spent or the eye contact that lingered.

They never forget the peaceful times of just sitting beside each other, simply being happy to be there.

I also had a moment that I'll never forget, sitting in a place where we could have gotten in trouble, but who cares?

We continued to sit in that auditorium full of teachers, her head on my shoulder, not caring what the teachers would say because love doesn't see rules.

Or the moments when we talked and talked, and suddenly she says, "You are the most important person and my only best friend in the world."

It's been a while; for her, it was years ago.  
For me, it was yesterday.

For her, it was her past.  
For me, it was my history.

In the present, she has forgotten me.  
But even in the future, she'll be a part of me.

People ask, "What does a man in love mean?"

It means never letting go, even if you find true love again.

These simple creatures never forget the eye contact that happened for a few seconds years ago.

They never forget those small moments or the conversations.

The only thing they forget is the pain that was caused.

And they still love the person who broke them—who never held their hand, never missed them, never loved them—but still, she'll always be a part of them, even if they find love again.

Those are the men in love. I was one of them.  
I am one of them.
But in the end my cry was so soft that even I couldn't hear my self....I'm just continuing the things that need to be done.

It's been a while when that happened, now
I have lost Hope in love.

It's been a while since I trusted someone, and I think I never will.



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