I don't usually get lost. I do travel and get to know places I have never been. But I rarely get lost. I know for every street and junctions. I do a lot of walking and running so I should know which is where. In my mind, I had this map, I would know where I need to go if I were to be. I would know these roads by heart. And it would be normal to come across people. And I met you. I got charmed by your smile and your mesmerizing eyes. How I took you to the streets where I know like the back of my mind. How every street had their own memories of us. How every tile and cement bear witness of our existence. But no one permanently stays in our life. Though I had dreamt of a future where I will always wake up next to you, a dream that the roads we used to walked on will see us again as partners, but then you left. You took the nearest exit and I am here with the footsteps of our past. Now that you left me with whatever that is left, I got lost. I can't recognize these roads. I can't remember how to get back where I was. I am oblivious to the traffic. I should've figured never to trust hitchhikers because they wouldn't know these roads and just to get where they wanted.
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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
