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/I want you to know that I will wear your jacket, even if it reeks of seven yesterdays to make something of you be something of mine for days that you’re not around and I’m lost in time - and I will ask the moon a favour, to lookout for you when I can’t do so myself she owes me, you know, for hundreds of nights I’ve spent facing up, having our balcony camaraderie, through all of her phases so she will help - and if at all you decide to take your favourite jacket away if your hand decides to leave mine if our love doesn’t live to see another day - I will borrow the darkest fold of the sky drape myself in its midnight blue land a seat right next to the moon in the hopes to catch a glimpse of you.
Mundane morning, bitter coffee. It's Sunday night, and i walk into the kitchen to find Deb standing by the window staring out at the backyard. I pour him hot coffee i brewed a few minutes ago. . Deb begins to say something instead drinks the coffee. . Time has a way of remaining what we lost, in ways, we would have never expected. As each day passes by i finally realize in the end it's not about how widely you smiled yesterday or how many people you hanged out with. . It always comes down to who made you smile when you dont want to. To the few people who stood by you as you struggled to find a way. The one who swam with you when you were drowning. . It's not about the moments frozen in a photograph. It's about whom you spend the moment with, the aftermath, the sleepless nights. . "If only we have a choice in letting people in." . "everyone does Noor. We all have a say in who we break and mend." ."why can't we have perfect lives. Perfect people?" . "Nobody is perfect. Everyone in their own ways is trying to find a way through the maze. And love is to hold their hand in the dark, letting them know it's going to be alright." . "Is it? Going to be alright?" . "No. It's a mess." We both laugh at the twisted ways of fate. . "How do you know when you're in love?" . . "You can't always know it i guess, sometimes you have to have faith. and let it carry you and if it leaves, you'll be better. broken. but better." . Deb says placing the empty glass in between us. "Sounds terrible, isn't it?" . Deb shrugs and adds "it's worth it." . I take a sip of the coffee, it tastes bitter.
It’s been a while since I thought about it, about this, about this pain and loneliness that resides deep in my heart. This- this loneliness is something I don’t have time for. I give it all to you, don’t I? Time that’s on my hand, certainly not my loneliness, duh. You see, this things? They tell me it’s in my eyes too, at times though. You know what they say, they say I know how to hide it or I got it too easy. Do you know, how they look at me, at my clothes, at us, so you? Ever since I remember, I guess... Why is it? . Is there something wrong with me? Shouldn’t I be the one at times enjoying it all? Or do you think that I’ve been pampered too much, too? Do you? Don’t you? Tell me! Why don’t you tell me? . You know, I seldom sit back and think about us but then there is this frustration that creeps into my thoughts. Emptiness it is. Why is it we don’t have any happy memory(s) at all, and if there is someone or something taints it? Why? Why you never tell me? Why you never talk to me the way you talk to everyone? . Do you still think if I hadn’t been yours you wouldn’t be talking to me at all? Do you? Tell me. I want truth. Because maybe then I’ll befriend this emptiness and loneliness in a better way and won’t let it go. . Do you know I miss you more when you sit next to me and talk to everyone on call/ in the room but with me? Tell me you don’t know.... Because I know you don’t. . . @wallflowersg @wallflowersg . #wallflowersg . #sg#hungryykid . #writersofinstagram#writer#write#writers#writerslife#writersofig#writerscommunity#writersofig#writersofindia#writes#someoneyouloved#fairytale#reality#ahmedabad#delhiwriters