The letter.

Dear me,

There are some nights, that I still lay wide awake, almost half dead, and somewhere in the corner of my mind, you arise. I have seen you be human, but i have also seen you become, that monster that I was scared lay under my bed.  And these are the nights, I wonder, just how much could someone change, before, they don't realize the person they have become.
I pick up those tiny glass like pieces, my memory has become, and try to join them, to search for the point where all of you started. I still remember the day you looked into the mirror, and told me, that I wasn't enough. "I need someone", you whispered, as if that was the only thing you ever needed. We often think we need people, that we cannot sustain ourselves alone. Those were one of the days I saw that look in your eyes.  I remember asking you, who was it you needed, with that heavy heart of mine. I warned you, I did. Giving me away piece by piece, is when you started destroying the very foundation, of our existence. But you craved for someone to know you, to understand you, and I wasn't that someone.
I still wonder, if you noticed what you were doing to me. And somehow, the idea that you didn't is more comforting than otherwise. I would have stopped you, but the question is could I? After all, I am merely a fragment of who you are.
So, that is how we reached here, I wonder, with awe, even though this isn't the first time you've crossed my mind. I repeat this cycle of thought every time. And when I reach to this part, I am always left surprised.
You hurt many people, didn't you? Became a monster, to explain those missing pieces of me. If there is anything more dangerous then the aftermath of destruction, it is what it can do to a person.
If this was someone else, you would tell them to stop. That what they were doing, showed lack of self respect, and they should know when to walk away. But that just meant you knew nothing about what they were going through. The full story is more than just a chunk of tarnished self respect.
There are a few things I know you will never forget, and I believe one of them is me. I know that I still cross your mind, on those little coffee breaks that you take while watching the sunset on your terrace. I know that sometimes, you feel a tinge of me left in you, when your eyes well up with tears, and you get goosebumps with the wind hitting your face. For two minutes, you steal a glimpse of what you were before this mess, and I think that it is enough to last you a lifetime. You don't find the whole of me, because I'm bits and pieces scattered at different places. I knew we would reach here, so I did leave an impression of myself, in a little corner of that soul, so that one of these days, you can feel me for a little while.

Maybe someday I will return, but not today. There is still something else you crave for, and I know it isn't me. But maybe someday, you will get up and decide, that you don't require that something. You want it, but you don't need it. I will comeback that day. I sure will.

Till then we will ache in solitude,

You.

-Meha.