A MIRACLE IN DISGUISE

The old talks...

Last night I could not sleep. Suffering from tonsillitis . My throat was sour. My eyes were red. And under the night sky, my mind was full with thoughts. Thoughts about us...

I had nothing to do and nobody to talk with. Our old conversations were playing my head. The texts that brought those positive vibes. Can never forget. I felt you were the only person I could talk when mind used to blow because of the things that never mattered. And you were the only one who could calm me down. Even if you never asked what was wrong with me. 

I remember the old conversations when your eyes were the stars of skies and I was the little girl just admiring them from the earth. A girl whom moon never noticed. I remember the old conversations when we behaved like strangers, and I laughed reading those texts. I remember those conversations when you could never understand what I was saying. I remember those old conversations when I used to send you dozens at texts at once, not even thinking would you read them. 

I remember all those photos of you with that filter:-my favourite(I mean you looked cute) and my hearts desperate desire to blow your instagram with comments. I remember talking to you before my exams, not worrying about my results. I remember asking you for advice, when you never knew what the matter was. I remember complaining about my friends, when you didn't even knew who they were.

I remember each and every conversation of ours. 

I still want to talk to you the same way. I still want to stare in your eyes. I still want to say you "handsome"(coz you are). I still want to discuss about my past, present and future with you. I still want to tease you because of your ex. I don't want anything more from you, except, your friendship.

I just want you to listen to my senseless, meaning less, and idiotic talks. Your girlfriends will never matter for me. But you do. I want you to scold me, guide me, help me whenever I need. Because talking to you, is simply, the solution of all my grieves. When I talk to you I have nothing in my brain, only you. Just talking to a person I wait to talk to. And I forget everything.

I still wait the entire day, same way, for you get online. I still want to text you "hi" and wait for your reply. I still want to ask you "how are you" when I am sure what the answer is to be. I still want you irritate me. (Hnji g) 

I know it is really awkward to know the waves of my soul. But I still want the old you....