His M, He thought he was cheating on you with me. That should have stopped me. That should have been a good reason for me to let go of my hand in his. But he kept holding it. And I never had the courage in me to unwrap his fingers around mine. He said those… Read More Love letters to the woman he loved – Vol I
I hate that you ruined my favorite perfume for me I cannot enjoy the fragrance without being transported back into your car I hate that I cannot steal your books anymore There was never a book I did not enjoy that had your fingerprints on it I hate that I can never walk in the… Read More 10 Things I Hate About You
I haven’t been thinking about you ever since last year. But two days ago I saw her name. On a list of a document where I work. And I stopped in my tracks. It can’t be. Life will not be that cruel. World is not THAT small. She absolutely cannot find work at the only… Read More Speak.
You know I tried to convince myself I don’t need to write this post … three times I pressed post and then closed the window. But I guess it’s better to let the words out there than inside my already cluttered mind. I had a strange thought today. I was yet again reminded of you… Read More Your Face
Sharing another memory. One I can never forget. I was a teenager. Just entered my teens. And just like any other book nerd my age was in love with Harry Potter. Scratch that. Was obsessed with Harry Potter. So it was with that eagerness and zealousness that I entered the only bookstore in my city… Read More 21st June 2003
The other day I was watching the television and this scene came up. It triggered a memory I had of you. Of us. When we used to walk together. You did the exact same thing with me, it was a tiny gesture. You hated PDA as much as I did. And we were walking on… Read More I hope it doesn’t remind you of me
I installed WordPress app on my phone today because the thoughts of dying have recently started clouding my mind again. Before you start to think “suicide” umm no. Let me assure you that these thoughts are nowhere near this morbidity. What is on my mind is just this: dying. Maybe because there has been a… Read More Another memory
Year after year, I revisit the same days. That’s what makes it harder I guess: those godawful days on the calendar shouting at me, reminding me of those hours. If it were up to me, I would burn all those days. You finally achieved what you wanted in the first place. You placed the idea… Read More I can’t take the ache from heartbreak