Here I am today, a successful doctor. I own many hospitals now. I lack nothing, except him.
Some feelings never die.
Mine never did.
I just got used to it.
If my brother wouldn't have saved me that day, I would have gone to an eternal sleep.
Comparatively I'm better now. I gifted my parents the apartment they always wanted and helped my brother marry the woman of his life.
I still have his number saved in my cell. I never deleted our messages. Neither did I delete our pictures.
Every now and then I would shed a tear or two for him, still thinking what I did wrong. Thinking if he got bored of me.
I never moved on. Never.
I still have his necklace around my neck, reminding of those beautiful old days.
I don't know where he is now or what he is doing, I never got a text from him. He got off from every social media site.
Wherever he is, I hope he is fine and doing well. I hope he is happy and achieved whatever he told me he wanted to achieve.
I want to see him but also I don't want to see him.
I guess I never was too crazy for him, or, I still am.
But, I know one thing.
He was the bestest thing that ever happened to me. I love him with all my heart and soul, and I will take my love for him to grave.
Some feelings never die, even if people no longer exists in our lives. At the back of our mind we still hope, even though we know it is hopeless.
That's love.
It gives the other person the power to either make you or destroy you.
That's love.
That's love.
