It was only when I sat on my hospital bed, staring at the ceiling that I realised exactly how lonely I was. I had only friends who pitied my condition and family that probably just thought of me as a burden. That was before I met him. I can’t seem to comprehend it but he always made me feel desired. Neither did he pity me nor did he think of me as a burden and even if he did he seemed glad that I was a burden to him. He always jokingly called me his graham’s number when I said that for Conrad, Belly was his infinity. He loved reading biography’s and I loved reading romance and dark mystery. I still remember that night that we both spent reading pride and prejudice together. He listened to bollywood songs, just for me and promised me that at our wedding we would have a cliché bollywood dance break. Well that was before he left me. He wasn’t supposed to leave this soon. He wasn’t supposed to run away to the stars. We were supposed to run away together. It wasn’t fair. He left me too. Like everyone. And I can’t ever get him back.
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