when somebody takes your name

"Sometimes it shakes my hands and send shivers down my spine when somebody takes your name. And they ask about my heart break. It is breaking and breath taking at the same time. I love talking about you, i love telling people how i loved you so much and you never loved me back. It feels so beautiful to tell all those minor details which hit my mind when i start talking about you to someone. It feels like living the whole thing again, and drinking the same poison again. I tell them how we slept under the same blanket, the one i still use, and the one that still has the scent of your body. When underneath that, you used to look at me with your dark eyes, and roll your hair behind your neck. When we were just at a hairline distance and your arms touched me gingerly, as you shook your head to console me if i have had a bad day. When we kissed, like we had no other objective and i still find the taste of your lips over mine. Although its been months now, since we last met. I dont know if i would ever be able to move on and forget you. It haunts my entire existance that every other girl i'll meet, fall in love with or kiss won't be you. Somehow i will always find you in her eyes, and your touch in her hands, the shape of your body over hers as i'd touch her. Like i traced galaxies on your bright skin, when we both sat beneath the rain and you would just put your arm across me. It was so beautiful, you were so beautiful and somehow, every time i am asked about you, there comes a point when i have to tell them how you left. That day when i woke up and you were not there. It still feels unreal, it still feels i'll come home to you. It still feels you have not yet left.
But its just that, you're no longer there." .
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Excerpts of a book i'll never