Dear Abhimanyu,
It's just to tell you that it's okay! You did your best and you will never regret your love. Living with the memories of your loved ones without expecting anything and soulfully loving them regardless of every right and wrong, is your kind of true love. You have understood Bindu every single second, you have let her be, you have cherished her existence, her memories with you and you have let her grow with your silly-smiley-support for every time she did stumble.
It's not easy to save album full of songs of Lata ji, Kishor ji and write your love like Gulzar's lyrics for the past 3years , you might not have known/learned to move on kintu 'Tumi bhalosbasha ke cheenecho'. Your devotional, unrequited and true love will never fade but it will close its pages just like your book draft .It's way beautiful that Bindu knows your story .You will grow on new memories, learn to live with the past as you have already learned to swallow the past and move on like a true human to your childhood best friend, who never turned his back in the era of temperament.
You have proved what understanding and maturity mean in love. You have grown around your love but never expected a blink. Bindu was definitely sorry to you but your feelings have a priority now. You're calm like the silent sea trying to speak for years but never been in a season to do so. Your love speaks through your silence, your control, transparency, your understanding, and your expressions that never sought for someone to notice them but you can let go of them now. You're doing great and it's okay to live on with the memories of your loved ones.
We all get one life , sometimes someone will seek for a Abhimanyu like you or a Bindu like her in their lives too. Bindu was lucky to have a best friend,a lover, a man , a childhood crime partner, and especially a memory box of her own, like you. The distance you have cherished between you, the way your roads clashed again and again but you were calm like the soft spring wind, it was romantic.
None can ever love Bindu like you did, none can ever care for her like you did, none can be there for her like you were, and none can ever feel or cherish the happiness you both had, the secrets and memories you had. You might not find a partner as crazy, as confident, as distracted, as beautiful, and as incomplete mess as Bindu. You never let her realize the seriousness, the commitment, and the sparks between you, was like you were protecting her but also waiting for her from a distance to realize how the world makes ways, to realize what the world looks like from your eyes. How unbothered were you with her taking sudden spaces, how you never let hard feelings and sorrows cross your friendship - your friendship was pure as white and your love was the real definition of forever. Indeed a writer realizes the real climax beforehand and gulps the miseries into pages but never expresses it to the world.
You've grown in me like we were meant to be,Dear Bindu ,
now that I'm here standing here with the same smile,
Your words, your eyes, your crazy smile, and that mature look
I promise to cherish the memories we had,
