I hope you're alright. Saw your photo today. This thought is constantly worrying me if everything is alright. You must have faced something today which made you sad. That was expressive on your face. Your eyes and cheeks have lost their bubbliness. Your dark circles are understandeable even through the b612 filter. And overall, your face seems dull, as if someone has snatched something from you.
I hate this. I hate seeing you like this. You know how much I overthink. But I do that because I care. Care too much, even when I don't have the right anymore. I hate not being able to ask you directly. I hate for not being the one you come up to when life gives you lemons. I hate not being around your aura, your energy, your weakness, your everything. I can, from a distance, just hope you're fine. Hope that everything's alright. And wish may God return what has been snatched from you.
And just as I pour my inner voice onto this note, I know deep inside that you'll never read it. Because, I won't allow you it. Ever. Nowadays, this is the only place where I can talk with somebody without any reply, judgement, or argument. A place which only listens. And somehow, I hope that it reaches your heart. So unreal, but I would still like to believe that our hearts are connected and you're actually listening as I type away...
I hate this. I hate seeing you like this. You know how much I overthink. But I do that because I care. Care too much, even when I don't have the right anymore. I hate not being able to ask you directly. I hate for not being the one you come up to when life gives you lemons. I hate not being around your aura, your energy, your weakness, your everything. I can, from a distance, just hope you're fine. Hope that everything's alright. And wish may God return what has been snatched from you.
And just as I pour my inner voice onto this note, I know deep inside that you'll never read it. Because, I won't allow you it. Ever. Nowadays, this is the only place where I can talk with somebody without any reply, judgement, or argument. A place which only listens. And somehow, I hope that it reaches your heart. So unreal, but I would still like to believe that our hearts are connected and you're actually listening as I type away...
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