a month without you, my love. a month without being annoyed by your bournvita puraan, your weird questions.
a month without your texts spamming me to rise. a month without you trolling us all when we lectured you to rest.
has time passed or it's me who has paused? I am not okay, baby. nothing is. I miss you so much it hurts.
are you watching me? you must not be proud of what I have become. but who do I tell? no one understood me like you did, khushu. my best friend, my rariyah. I still stare at my last text, as if your text will pop in a second, loud with that energy of yours.
but it never does. and it hurts.
god, it hurts.
I wish I hugged you more. I wish I told you, you were my best baby. how do I live without your light to ignite my darkest parts?
I can only try, for you. maybe one day, I won't wake up aching for you. maybe one day we will meet again. and go stargazing between clouds like you always wanted. maybe then, I would hold your hand tighter. maybe then you will stay with me forever.
rariyah?
do stars look prettier up there? you must be very happy, ml. remember how you always wanted to watch the world? how does it feel, watching it now?
one day, tell me your story sweetheart. one day, I will listen. I won't be the one needing comfort. I will hear you. I promise.
but till then, you will always be the only one who knew me. ache and all. because everyone is so cruel here, darling. I made a little corner for us. for me to rant mostly. let's meet there.
I miss you, khushu. I always will.
forever, you promised. and I will live on that.
come count stars, okay?
sleep tight,
your ikaa, with a bunch of stardust.