Forgetting my social media platform's password once again, I reached out to my personal diary kept underneath piles and piles of books.
I was physically, emotionally and mentally tired.
I didn't want anyone to read it so had to keep it out of reach or...can say..vision.
As soon as I opened the required page, a number of things started to fall from it. Looking down, I realised it were the unburned memories if HIM.
Grasping for breath, I picked it up. Tears immediately started to roll down my eyes. Soon enough, his falshbacks started to appear. Unable to think straight, I opened the balcony door for fresh air, yet the loved words, tags, blames, anger and everything else started to capture my inner mental peace.
Oh yes....i wasn't mentally strong enough to hold anything back. I had realised it quite late... perhaps after OUR parting. Days went passing but not a single day have I come across, where, I have not shed a single drop of tear.
I looked at my diary, trying really hard to speak, but am unable to. I caressed his last photo with my cold shivering fingers. Ohh....I miss him too badly. I was too stupid to speak that day. Maybe I should have just kept quite like always and wouldn't be this messed up.
The longed "what if" questions kept on hammering my head. I couldn't take it anymore.
Suddenly, I gush of wind just tried to take the last pieces of him from me. I won't let that happen anymore. I won't let anyome take him from me anymore.
Memories falling off the diary and there was I, catching it, trying to hold it while holding my scream, tears and everything left from falling back again...
So badly do I want to get better. So badly, do I want him back. I was angry, but never stopped loving him...not will ever...........
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RomanceFirst collection of my short stories.. It is based on my day to day increasing mental stress right after my break up... Too immature?? But i needed a peaceful place to vent so be it.... (it's basically a set short stories...🫠)
