If my pen could Speak, it would tell you how many things i wrote about you without letting you know, it would tell you about the times when i was so hopelessly in love with you.
If my pen could speak it would tell you when i was hurt with your words and when i loved your admirable compliments about me.
It would also tell you about the feelings i always wanted to confess but never did, it would tell you how i used to remember you after reading any romance novel, it would tell you about the fictional characters I used to relate you with and it would tell you about how hearing your name anywhere used to generate a poetry within me.
If my pen could speak, it would tell you about those unsent letters i wrote for you, it would tell you about the nights my tears got converted into words.
It would tell you everything I wanted to speak but ended up writing instead.
And, if my pen could speak, it would tell you the stories, the rest of the world is never going to hear:)
