Worded from the heart

I loved every time you quietly interrupted me with your little corrections. You always think you know what’s best for me. I loved how you always argued those little grammatical errors. And how you always thought you were right, even when we both knew you were completely wrong.

I loved your insistence on neatness. How you always pulled and pushed till everything was just right and in line.

I remember the inane problems I’ve had with you. How I wished sometimes I could find understanding, how I wished you’d work around me.

I hesitate to tell you now, but I tried to find solace in others.

But those feelings never lasted. I always came back to you. Maybe there was nothing better than you. Maybe I was just too scared to start something new.

We made beautiful things together, you and I. We could have taken the world by storm together. We still can, I’m sure.

If only, I had kept you out of my workplace.

The moment we started working together, something gave way. Was our relationship just about the money? Was I just using you? I felt our bond strain. I failed to express myself for months at a stretch. Till I plucked up the courage to say this, of course.

Now, our relation is almost strictly professional. Even so, I still can’t get enough of you. I love what you’ve done with yourself by the way.

I hope we can still make magic together.

Just remember I loved you once, Microsoft Word.