Confession of A Brokenhearted Writer

Remember?
Our first struggle
When I was begging you to talk to me and you kept saying
you didn’t want to talk anymore
and I said
“Alright, don’t talk but at least listen to me”
“Just for a minute.”
In that entire twenty minutes’ call
You didn’t allow me to say anything
Except of just begging.
Remember?
How we always used to talk on phone overnights?
and cut on our sleeps?
We did that for complete 15 months
It was like forever.
Emergence of our relation
from an absolute impossible situation,
(yeah, you already had somebody else and all that)
and then the formation of our unmatched understanding.
In addition to that,
My waking up with hopes every morning
and sleeping being hopeless
was already enough content
for a good love story
but
when you were tearing my pieces off
that day on the call,
I’m not sure if I can write down my restlessness in words though
But let me confess that
that day
the writer in me was actually amused
for such a twist in the tale
for he got the treasure
when I lost you.

Photo Credit: deeperstory.com
Photo Credit: deeperstory.com
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  1. “But let me confess that
    that day
    the writer in me was actually amused
    for such a twist in the tale
    for he got the treasure
    when I lost you.”
    … really loved the ending! Fantastic work!

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