So I found myself writing all those words,
which I was not supposed to write at all.
I found myself writing about you,
even though you were a distant dream,
and a nightmare, even.
I found myself collecting the ripped pieces of our picture, like solving a puzzle to make it all whole,
even though the colour from the picture had faded away a long time ago.
I found myself missing you,
even though I've never stopped remembering about you for once in my life.
YOU ARE READING
The Untold Stories.
Historia Corta// The Untold Stories. \\ " We're about the books we read, and the poems we love." - Kritika Banerjee. A collection of paragraphs, nanotales, poetry and thoughts from my journey. Highest Rank - #78 in short stories on 29/6/17 ...
