🤗|I can still love|

He used to tell me to send him a picture every night before I slept. I always wondered why? why he wanted to see me when my eyes were tired and my smile was lazy; my thoughts were still and my pulse was lower than usual. His little demands at times were strange but they said so much about him, about how he loved me, how he saw me, how he wanted to know each bit of me, how he wanted to travel through me, how he wanted to talk without talking, how he wanted to dive in the confused paths of my story. I always thought that he was crazy, crazy for me and in love. I used to wonder what would he do without me. I used to wonder how would that one night be for him when I won't send him a picture, how would he go to sleep. I never thought that I would ever be left alone by him so I never thought of the probabilities and consequences. But then one day he left ! I was unprepared. I was unaware. And it happened one night when I was blocked from his life and I was as helpless as it could be. I still wonder if he still thinks how I look before I sleep. Last night when I was going to bed, I was reminded of him. I laughed about how different things were back then, how love used to be so deep, so pure, at least from my end ! Love either grows fonder or breaks you into pieces and then those pieces still dare to love, but then that love can never ever be the same. But I'm glad that I can still love, my pieces can still love. He's gone. But I can still love !
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