You called yesterday, it would be unfair if I said that it didn’t matter to me, or that I never hoped you would call. I did, I prayed to all gods, all mortals wanting to be gods, all myths and all temples, that one day, we’d meet on the street and hold hands like lost lovers, finding their way back home. I hoped for alot of things, crying, screaming, regretting, hugging each other to oblivion. What I did not expect was- nothing. I didn’t account for nothing. It never crossed my mind that I would respond the way I did. I was, for once in my lifetime, mature. Not because someone expected that of me, but because it was the best way I could react. It would also be unfair to say that your call did not move me and make me tremble. I did not cry myself to sleep as I had once thought I would. I didn’t make art out of my misery, I didn’t loose my sanity; but I wasn’t all that sane either.
You did in fact make me cry. I dont suppose that is why you called. At least I hope not, but the next day, once the initial shock had glossed over, once I could revisit my decisions, you did make me cry. I chose a life I hated because I thought that would make me stronger, but no one ever told me that happiness is worth more than dollars. I wish you would have. I wish you would have talked me out of it, out of changing schools, out of entering a field I hated for money, out of all the bad decisions I made. But I often forget, that it was me that pushed you away. You make me loose my train of thoughts my love. You always did that. At one point, I knew you’d continue to do that. You’d continue to be mine, and me yours. I never accounted for reality. I was a kid back then, you were always more mature. I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have blocked you, I should have told you the things I was writing and thinking about. I should have mentioned once that I wanted to cease my existence because it all seemed too much. But I was just a child. I couldn’t do that to you. I didn’t know what to say.
I wanted to live up to the expectations the world put on me. Sometimes I think that you were the only one that made me want to live without any restrictions. You made me want to fly. With you, I’d want to run through a sunflower meadow, my hair let loose, my glasses lying somewhere on a tree, in a dress, or maybe in some loose tees. You made me want to be- be without expectations. In some ways you let me prosper. We use the word rather loosely though, prosper. We put that everywhere, I’ve seen. In birthday wishes and wedding anniversaries. I dont think many people really do live upto the meaning of prosper. I haven’t either, but when we were each others best friends, you made me want to choose for myself. You were influential, even if you were unaware. I’m so thankful for the time we spent together, and will always be regretful for leaving us barren. In some ways, I really did love you. I just never had the words to say it.
Words and me have a tough relationship. They come to me when I’m trying not to say, not to think. But leave me when I am gasping for help. Maybe somewhere when I was young, I just hoped you would read my mind. And now that I know alot more than I did before, I’m sorry. I truly am. This sadness that I have been feeling, ever since you called, this is something I will take to my grave and beyond. And if my pain has a little bit of you in it, then it’s worth being remembered every single day.
The thing is, you called yesterday. And we talked for a while, and we discussed life. And it’s insane how in the pursuit of being the ‘bigger’ person when I was little, I forgot to be little when I was bigger. Our story doesn’t end here, at least I hope it doesn’t. I hope one day I’ll meet you on the streets of London, maybe Mumbai, or maybe a quaint little town in Karnataka. Somewhere in this universe, we’ll make space for ourselves. We might have to push around a little, scoot over maybe, but I promise that this time, I won’t ghost the one good thing that I once had. I promise that this is not a one time wonder. I promise you, this is a sparkle of defiance in the universe meant to crash, and it’ll be ok since you’ll be there. Right there, with me.
Sending love and hope,
Your ghost.