"i wished you stayed!"
that's what I said, or what I should've said, the last time we spoke.
and instead of that, that sentence had been lingering in my mind for every night, after you'd left.
and nights become restless and days become unbearably long. it felt like there was no end to it. it felt like my unscathed spot in hell had been preceded even before my death.
my friends told me, I would get over you. and I know that I will, sooner or later, this aching feeling would soon pass and I could smile again.
but wouldn't life be different if I had just said,
"I wished you stayed!"
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where dreams go
PoetryA list of short stories that I come cross in my life that I had to romanticize and write about
