Was counting hours since this morning.
It’s finally here, the day I’ve been waiting for months and I don’t know if I should be happy or depressed about it. Why not both!? I’m happy because you get a year older today(jk) and I still have your number to call you. I don’t know if I can or should call or text but by the time you see this, either of that would have happened; I’m sad because ‘you know why’. Looking back at what happened, don’t you think it’s funny? I mean, we didn’t even meet and plans were still underway but everything had collapsed.
Yeah, my bad.
Too many hellos and goodbyes only mean good-bye, don’t they?
Back to the point, here’s to you, your shaitaniyat that I miss right now and all of your love and care I had the privilege of sharing!
Happy birthday to you!
I don’t know if we’ll ever cross our paths again, I really hope we do. All those poems you wrote for me keep inspiring me, remind me that there’s someone out there, whom I’ve never met, once cared for me.
Oh how I wanted to write an awesome birthday post for you! But it all goes in vain when happiness and sadness collide.
The void you left when you left is still left empty.
What still makes me happy is that when you left, you took a part of me with you, that way, we’re still together.
I’ll always wait for your return.
Take care of yourself.
Eat on time,
And yes, sleep early or at least try.
Don’t lose the shaitan in you!
Forever your ‘stupid’,
(You named me a ghost but ironically enough, I’m haunted by your memories)
(I tried calling, believe me I tried)