REVIVAL

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For a moment I was just entangled into thoughts and questions in myself. I started seeking people to help me out, to answer my question, to quench my thirst. 
I was loosing myself, because I was becoming much flexible and fake. 
I wasn't myself anymore. My attitude, my beliefs, my personality was going down... 
I wanted to move on, but a day I understood there's nothing like moving on after loosing someone you loved whole heartedly. And why we need to move on? I want to feel more more and more about you, I want to remember you always, from dusk to dawn, I want to talk to myself about you, because nobody's much worthy to whom I can talk about you. 
You've gone, this is the truth, no one can change, I love you, will love you forever, and this can also not be changed. I will always look on our good and bad times and will remember how we were. You were an expected person in my life, I told you...I could now Expect the Unexpected, being with you.. But it shouldn't be this unexpected...
I know you won't respond, but I remember At nights, when you used to speak and I just used to listen you.
No worries, I will talk to you, hope you'll listen me somewhere in Heaven.... 


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