One look at me and all they could ever giggle about is how you not being here is etched in invisible bold letters all over my face. How the droopiness in my eyes being indicative of the slow nights drowned in thoughts of you and how my faltering words consistently tripped over allusions of you, seemed like their hand picked topic to scrutinize. Their ingenuity at tethering my joy to your essence seemed commendable as did their expertise at allying my misery with your absence.
If only I could reveal in words over how much I actually miss you, they'd know how meek their exaggerations would appear against my explanations.
- Excerpt from the book I'll never write
- Rati
