So you assume that everything will be fine? You assume that all the tears will be shed today and tomorrow will be nice and bright ? You assume that I'm all okay and everything is back on track?
No. No I'm not fine, nothing is fine. Every now and then, I wish for us to come back together, relishing old memories and making new ones side by side.
This is not fine.
Every night. Every single night, I cry myself to sleep, listening to as many relatable songs as possible, feeling as bad as I can about my miserable self and of course, the thought of us.
Nothing is right without you by my side, without your tender caress and gentle touch of lips on my forehead.
What would be right is you realising what I am now, without you.
This play of pretend infront of the whole world, it won't last long. And this is my biggest fear, for the world to see me as me.
Everything is fine, yet nothing is fine.
