Saturday, 27 August 2011

#165 …when someone leaves behind a vacuum.


Though I had asked him to stay away from me, to not to talk to me, yet I didn’t know how I would ask his thoughts to stop flashing in front of my eyes. I didn’t know how to erase his memories from my mind; how to barr them from popping up every now and then like that spring jack in the box. I had no idea how I will go on without the assurance of his back up. Every next second I found my resolution wavering. I wanted to run into his arms, to talk to him incessantly, to listen to him halfheartedly. I was ready to give up the rest of my life for having my old life back, be it for a little time that no one can steal for me. I know I would move on… but a vacuum would remain permanently in my heart.

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