Learn to read between the lines.

You're like a distant star.

Bright, shining, dazzling me with all your power.

You're like a distant star.

You seem within reach, yet you're way too far. 

Tracing the lines on your forehead with my pinky finger, as you try to decipher the text from a random  person that you just received, I realize I know you as well as the back of my hand. I know your standard expressions. I can quote your standard replies. So well, that while waiting for you to say something, I can form your response in my head which I assure you, would be identical to yours. I could have an entire conversation with myself, pretending to be you. 

Yet in many ways, you're a stranger to me. And I, to you. Today, after years and years of companionship, I feel there's a glass sheet between us, between our hearts. Which allows us to understand our own viewpoint, but restricts effective communication. You're smiling at your Blackberry's screen, and I find myself smiling at you for reasons beyond my comprehension. It's like reflex. You smile, I smile. Or maybe this is where we're going wrong. Today, I am a mere reflection of your emotions in the clear blue stream of our love. Untainted, pristine, yet incomplete. Your sentiments decide the course of my day, your words can make or break me. I look at this stream of our love, and if I see an image of your grief, I reflect it faithfully. I am no longer a master of my own mind, I can no longer shun the sorrow that you radiate and try to become a source of joy for you instead. No. I am your reflection, and I've lost the firm hold that I had over the realities of my own life.

So don't ask me questions. Don't demand explanations. For what I feel now is not something I can weave into words. Words will never be enough to describe this chasm in my heart, constantly trying to break through it's walls. And your words will never be enough to fill this emptiness, it requires something much MUCH more. Something I need you to understand yourself, and not question me about. That something is all I need to keep my feet firmly rooted to the ground, to not crave for liberation from this loathsome existence of mine. 

You're like a distant star.

Bright, shining, dazzling me with all your power.

You're like a distant star.

You seem within reach, yet you're way too far.

Here's a song I felt echoed the emotion behind this post. 

More than words - Extreme :)

Again, a part of Kanika's Fantabulous February :)