The day we departed I knew I will never have a worst day than this. In some corner of my heart I had still hope that we will still be able to see each other. But hopes are the first step to the journey called as disappointment. It has been 20 years from the day I saw him. And there is no second of my life when he wasn't playing with the wiring of my brain. How many more seconds, minutes, hours and days, years, decades need to pass in my life without him. This hurts. Hurts so much.All Rights Reserved
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