Its the how many a time my heart is shattered over and over again. Its the how many a time I try to stand up at my own feet. Weeping tears which no one sees. Celebrating days with my laughters. Its my face you see no regret. Its my yearning you could not see. I yearned to hold you tight in my arms, once again. And if that ever happened, promise me that you will never allow me to lose my grip again. I want to hold you till my hair turns grey. Memories might be torturing, but I will keep them as long as I have you in them. How many a time I want to tell you that there is no one more important than you. How many a time I put up a false front to not let you know how important you are to me. How many a time I just want to cry in your arms, and hear you telling me that its' going to be okay.