I used to feel you slipping off my hands, inch by inch of you being assigned to her aura; but now things are changing. I can see you now, see you getting drawn to her, see your deep love for her, see your worried eyes, your concern.. Things are slipping from my hands and I stand here smiling, without an option apart from letting you go and hoping that maybe, maybe you will come back to me. I feel paralyzed at times, hopeless and lonely; but then I remember the good times with you, the laughters and the smiles, the day you knelt down before me and said 'I love you', the day you told me that you really wanted to marry me, the long walks, the meals together. But that all still doesn't change the feeling, that you are slipping and sliding slowly. She doesnt have to hold your hand, she doesnt need a committment to make you hers, your soul, your heart, your breaths, your thoughts, belong to her and call for her. When you are in deep slumber at nights, and I can't sleep ...