Dear stranger

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Dear stranger

I thought of you today

I was lonely

And I missed you

I wondered in a fleeting moment

Did u wonder about me

Did u remember

Our little encounter?

Did your heart race?

Or did it give u solace?

Did u crave another rendezvous?

Or was I just another experience

Meant to be cherished at the moment and then forgotten

Or are you at this very moment

Composing a letter

Starting with “dear stranger”?

Stolen

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It was gone

In a heart beat

Before I knew what it was

I lost it

It scared me

Bewildered me

Too late

Tried to compose myself

Tried to be less flustered

But I was embarrassed

How could I be so careless?

Was I not wise enough to keep it safe this time?

I chided myself

But the deed had been done

It was gone…lost.

I was in love.

Once upon a time…romance was.

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Romance is dead;

a thing of the past..

“The concept is timeless,”

my mother says.

I disagree.

It was glorified in the medieval times;

Knights dueling to impress the fair maiden,

a stolen look from the balcony,

shy smiles exchanged,

reeking slightly of ‘Romeo and Juliet’.

I know my parents had their fair share of romance.

And still do.

Which, by the way, I envy.

But now in this world of cynics,

it has been slaughtered and perhaps reinvented.

Romance is a compromise, a give and take.

Romance is spending too much money in a bid to make up for time not spent.

Romance is …romance is…

What I really mean is…romance was.

Author: Sanchari Sur