Not telling me how you got back by yourself.
Even when I was very bothered about it.
Not sharing your personal life.
I didn't want to invade whatever uncomfortable that you felt with me.
Because you never told me what I am to you.
What I should assume you are to me.
I again concluded that you got back to your cold self.
Huh! But who am I to assume what you feel?
I'm no one.
It's just that you should've told me,
Made me realise,
Made me come to my senses,
That you were never meant to be mine.
Mine. This word is being very comical to me as I write this.
So, did you conclude that I am someone who'd bring bad to you like others thought too?
Well I wouldn't be sad if it's true because after all I've heard them before.
And it's just that I'm too tired to even put it in my head.
YOU ARE READING
TACENDA
Short StoryA simple warm story. Unconfessed and unsaid things by both. But mostly, here it lies the things you wish you could've told. You'll get back on your feet someday, even if it's not today. You'll move on. Description - None of the pictures belong to m...
