The Last Page of Us

It has been exactly ten years since we first met.

I still remember that morning of August 15th so clearly.

It was the day the first page of our book opened,

But today, that old book is finally closed.

Saiyaara... You changed like the passing wind,

And I just stayed there, waiting for you.

Every moment of my life now feels like broken glass.

I carried the weight of the world on my shoulders since I was a child,

It made me grow up way too fast.

In all that struggle, my love for you got buried deep inside,

And my silence became my biggest mistake.

But in that dark time of my life, you were my only light,

That was the only time this lonely heart learned how to smile.

I still see the same truth in your eyes,

The feeling of our first meeting is still alive in my heart.

I’m still afraid, still silent, and my heart races when you are near.

Do you want me? Because I still need you...

Call it my madness or call it my obsession.

You are that closed page of an old book that makes me cry every time I open it.

Eight years later, the pain is back, and everything feels incomplete.

Why does it always happen in love?

The one who belongs to you, is the one who stays far away.

This journey is my story, and now I’m the only one left to tell it.

I was wrong, I never told you why I pushed you away.

I tried for three long years just to get one more chance,

But you never gave me the time or the hope.

I heard you are happy now in someone else's arms,

Do you tell him the same lies you used to tell me?

I decorated my heart for you like it was my own home,

But for you, my heart was just a rented room to spend some time in.

I gathered my courage and called you after eight years,

But you didn't even recognize my voice.

You said, "Don't talk to me," and you hung up the phone.

Now I calm the storm inside me and tell my heart:

Love doesn't have to be perfect to be real.

Sometimes distances are the true test of loyalty.

It’s not necessary for you to stay with me,

Because some loves live forever only when they are apart.

My heart is still paying the debt of the love you left behind.

The one who was mine, was never really mine,

And now you belong to someone else while I cry for you.

You are that closed page of an old book that makes me cry every time I open it.

I won't complain anymore, I won't ask any more questions.

May you be happy forever in your new world.

I will survive here with the shadows of your memories.

Goodbye... for the last time.