Wednesday, April 15, 2015

the words that could not be spoken


What worse than being removed from someone's life is being forgotten, being thrown to the back of his or her mind.

You know, on that day, it had not had to go that way. But it did happen that way. We parted. I left because you were the one whom they could learn from, not me.

We will never be the same again.

It has been one and a half year since that horrible day of September. Nothing has ever come back. And there is no point doing so as well.

Yet I wish you well. Because, you are not dead to me as I am to you.

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