Thoughts on Canvas

At night, i sat in icy silence, thinking about future,
Future, she has a bright one..
I love her, but never told her, coz
Love, from me, would only ruin that path...
Despite the time and opportunity, it might not work..
Anyways, most probably no one knows...
No one really knows about me...
Many would just assume this and that...
Trying to suggest what they think is good for me...
Mistaken who and what i like over and over again...
Taking over an imaginary position of my life,
Analytically figuring me out, as if i am a book,
The fact that, even if i am a book, u will not be able to comprehend its meaning,
But, who really knows? Should i let anyone know?
I loved a girl, who i should never loved.
Love, for me, is to let that person be happy.
Not to own that person, or to restrict her freedom.
Even at the expense of, letting go.
and see her, happy, living with another man.

P:s Most probably after reading this, most of you will start to assume an imaginary scenario that takes place, or a potential figure who fits in the story. Don't assume, don't ask. You will never know and i will never tell.