The Last Conversation : Her
- AlaN
- Dec 1, 2017
- 2 min read
So this is it, really ? He asked
I'm sorry it had to come to this. If only I would have known of this day, I would have never entered your life in the first place. You were good to me. You of all people, I never wanted to hurt. But I'm sorry I did. I was a tornado of your life, I hope you will find peace once I am gone. I hope you receive the same love you gave to me, one day. All I want is to see you happy and it kills me to see that you aren't with me. Don't worry about me.. I will miss you though More than you could imagine I will think about you during the rainy night, I will miss how you use to keep me company over the phone I will try to find you in every other person I meet I will go through our old photographs just to see your smile And maybe to find my smile again in those pictures back on my face. I will visit the places we once together went and try to relive the memories You were my happy place sweetheart But once you are gone, It will be like wandering around desert with no water and no end destination. I will never be able to comprehend that I was worth your time cause you deserve so much more, so much better You will always be the one, even though I wasn't and won't ever be the one for you.
I will miss you late at night when dark takes over and moon is shining bright at 1 am and I may try to call, hoping to hear your voice once again And I hope you are sound asleep that time and you won't pick up the phone I will merely close my eyes and try to stitch up stories of what if and only if around the center context of us being together and it will end up exactly where we are now once I open my eyes. And then I would try again to snap back to the dreams where everything seems perfect, but it's just an illusion which would break and till 6 in the morning my tears and sore eyes would keep me company. But don't worry about me.. I wish you to be happy. So, I really hope, for your sake this is it and it ends now for you Cause for me, this is just the beginning of the end of myself.

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