When you came to the Cafe, I was not waiting for you. I was remembering the memories of you. When we went on On our first date, You told me to keep the phone away and you were holding my hand with hope. Now I miss that hope I used to see in your eyes. Maybe I did something wrong Or maybe it didn't work out as it should. I was thinking about these things and you entered the cafe, In a red beautiful looking dress, with a handbag, I gifted to you. I still remember those pictures when we were travelling together and you saw that handbag, you loved it, so I gifted it to you. You came closer to me and grabbed the chair. I ordered your favourite coffee. But I missed the smile you used to give while hearing about that coffee. You told me "look, it's over so forget me and move on in life". I said to drink the coffee then we'll talk. You replied "hmm", because I hated that word, hmm. We were drinking coffee while looking outside. After finishing it, you told me to wait as your best friend called you. I was waiting for you just like I used to do. Five minutes later you came inside and I was about to tell you that I don't want to end this but you spoke first and said "Listen, I have to go and I came just because I had to make it clear that this is my final decision, don't text me for anything and move on. I said "hmm". I came back home and slept on the bed for three hours. When I got up I was confused about our cafe meet-up as I thought maybe it was a dream, a bad dream. But after getting consciousness I realized that it was real. I never saw you again till now, maybe you left the city. I deleted my social media accounts. It was quite tough to pass that period of life. Maybe I did or maybe not. I still miss you the same. But as I grew I learnt to live without the things I love. Maybe love is all about loss. I failed my exams and now I'm struggling with life. I find only bad things all around, no reasons to smile. Whenever I feel like crying I check our old chats, some of the pics you clicked for me and your voice notes. I smile and I sleep because while awake I still don't know how to believe that you are not with me anymore.
—Praphull
—Praphull
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