“You are making this hard for me. You are not helping.”
Those words hurt like hell.
I wrote a note where it said, “he does not love you anymore” so when I open my phone, I would remember those words.
I changed your name to “HE DOES NOT LOVE YOU” so whenever I would try to text you,I would be reminded.
I created a wall paper where it said, “He does not love you” so I would stop remembering you.
At 10:05 PM, the pride melted.
Everything was still there, but I didn’t care. I shrugged all of it away and sent messages to the people who would know how you were.
Not even a letter was seen.
Now, I do not even know if I am worried or depressed or mad. I just want to know where are you, and are you okay…
I should have not done that. Maybe, I should not have eaten my pride. This paranoia is worse than my fear of The Conjuring, yet it made me realize how far I could go for you.
What if you don’t love me anymore?
Do you love somebody else?
Did you die? God, please let me die now. I don’t want to know.
What if you need me? But I sent you load to text me, why could you not tell me?
I miss you. If you do not love me, I would try my best to accept. But please let me know you are okay…
As I was realizing these, I remembered how every relationship, either love or friendship, ends at the year when we are almost at the second of it…
As I was imagining things that tell me I’m gonna lose you, tears fall.
They say, banana decreases depression. If I knew I would cry this hard tonight, I should have bought a sack of it.
My heart. It pains me a lot.