During one of our conversations back then, we talked about books. And my all time favorite book is Tuesdays with Morrie. I remember typing out word by word, paragraph by paragraph to the pre-timed email I've sent you.
When you learn how to die, you learn how to live.
I am okay with us parting, as I've always told you that it will be better for you as well. Last week, I was there again. I thought about you, how anxious you were the last time I was inside - always on a lookout and looking at my whatsapp status. I thought about how much you cared about me, and then finally - the fact that you are ignoring me now pains me, even as a friend.
You asked me before - What would you do if you weren't afraid?
It was from your favorite book 'Who moved my cheese'. I still haven't read that book and I don't think I ever will. I remember you said you'll get one for me, and it didn't happen. To be honest, I acted upon this sentence, which is why I met you offline. No regrets, for memories were good.
Looking back, I realized I really enjoyed the very first night of our chat, with us just being pure companions of the night, having fun chatting with one another, and with no complications.
I have missed that.
With you, I bared my heart totally. And it made me feel happy, that someone understands. After all, we were on the same boat.
I guessed the only thing we truly trust in each other now, is the ability to protect our secret till the day we go to our grave, which is not very far away for me.
Pardon my disorganized thoughts. Flashbacks are in pieces, as memory fades.
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