8 years!! That’s how long I have known you! That’s how long we have been together, encouraging each other, enjoying each other, helping each other forget our difficulties, enabling the best versions of each other, forging an indestructible glorious path, in a world of our own, where only you and I exist! I call it the golden path, because it’s been the best years of my life. Years where I have come to believe in you completely, I leaned on you to help me forget the sometimes cruel realities in life, and you go on to achieving the impossible. You were my very own William Worsworth’s daffodils; my Spring in summer. I basked in your glory, applauding, shedding tears of happiness and telling the person next to me, you see that? In a way I am responsible for that! When you took your victory lap it felt like victory for me. I call it the golden path because it’s been as bright as the summer sunshine, where we came alive, blossomed in the electrifying energy and never-say-die spirit I find in you and bear the sweet fruit of success together. And was it sweet! What I always carry in my heart are the excitement of being with you, the cheering, the fun, the partying and the glory.
But I guess the best of times have to end someday. As it does, I am left feeling bereft.. Did it have to so soon? Why did it have to end at all? For always being by your side did I deserve it? Am I prepared for it? I was kind of hoping it’d last, well, a lifetime. That’s how perfect it felt! Can I hope for a comeback? When I see you with someone else, I can’t help but feel hopeless. But I shall live in hope. That’s all I have to cling on to. CSK, I hope you come back soon. Ipl will never be the same without you.