// and the deep sigh he takes on the phone after telling me he misses me makes me know that he too is imagining us together in that moment like I am.// Advertisements
//I have seen dreams that felt like reality. You made me experience a reality which now feels like a dream.//
//If distance is the road full of lava and he is a rare wildflower at the end of the road, I’m ready to walk the road to be with him.//
//I thought drowning chokes you and you end up dead. Then how it is that drowning myself in your thoughts makes me feel alive?//
//two of the few things I love and find adorable – rajma beans and imagining my happy pill napping in a rajma bean position.//
//Of all the humans I have in my life, the one who helps me breathe normally is far away.//
To break a soul and shed them into pieces. To break another soul and turn it into blood crystal powder… Only to mend up your own. Why do people do that? Why do we do that? Why break another recovering soul in the process of mending your own? Why the false hopes The false smiles…
//Pain is inevitable. It will take various forms But it will exist… still. Earlier it was the deep, empty void Now it is the one who has filled this void Close but far away Creating yet another void in me Waiting for him to fill it yet again//
sadly they never considered the possibility of it being the other way round. That because of what I call “anxiety”, I might be having such sleep and food habits.
And this is how two hoomans, with a dank sad heartbreak, ache and stabbed history, not looking for love, found love.