How did you fall in love? Was it loud enough for him to hear your emotions? A prom with him between the sandstorms whilst the two of you caught the harmony off your sufferings. Everyone dissolved into dust, scattered in the air, and it was his face, just his face that you could fathom in … Continue reading Or are you now just friends, but in memories?
Always the same song at the same time. She plays exactly the same track every night at around eleven o’clock. Every night, for the past 2 months – that’s how long I have been a tenant in this building. I come home, undress and change, dead tired from a long day at work, and as … Continue reading I hardly sleep for three hours on any night.
An airplane. A firefly. A fairy. Wrapped up in your arms, I find shapes in the smoke coming from between your lips. I tell you that I can almost see a fairy and you chuckle as you come closer and rub your beard against my cheek. It’s June, but I can almost see autumn in … Continue reading There’s silence between us, the warm, comforting kind of silence
Your memories still haunt me every night, Its been a month when you left but still feels like it happened tomorrow. They say you will be fine after sometime but I know what we shared was not something to be forgotten till death.I still text you everyday inspite of promising you I wont text you … Continue reading Introduction Of a Fairy Tale
You used to make fun of me for never throwing things out. And you had almost labeled me a hoarder when you found out about that box of chocolates 4 years ago. Last night, I stumbled upon it in the corner of my closet. Do you remember how I had saved it from the day … Continue reading Because I still lose to you, every day.
It was back in 2016 when I first met him. The moment I noticed him, I just knew that I could only share my heart with him and have no one else inside my chest. I never ran out of memories to treasure. Never lost hope or felt guilty about my silly sins, because the … Continue reading He made me promise to love him, and only him.
You ask me if I miss you? Miss is a small word to realize what am I finally feel for you. And I am scared, I am scared of being on my own. Your love makes me vulnerable and I hate that because, despite everything, you are growing as the center of my universe. You … Continue reading You ask me if I miss you?