Thank you for sharing, Erika ❤ ❤ ❤
My voice seldom trembles. But it did, last night. The lump in my throat was so hard to swallow that my voice trailed off for a few long seconds. “I need to go for the meeting, I will speak to you later” was all I could manage to whisper between the sobs I tried to hold back. Going back home, took an infinity. The cab driver took the longest route back home, and for the first time; I just didn’t mind. I listened to all of the saddest songs in my playlist on repeat mode. My heart was numb and my mind was filled with grief. Shock and disbelief were mere understatements. I found no appropriate adjectives to describe how I felt. Moments went in a blur.
I love the way kohl, intensifies your deep brown eyes; whose looks pierces right through my eyes and searches into the deepest corners of my heart. They long. Long for answers, for a quest, for the love I’ve kept caged so far. Those silent eyes speak so much to me. They tell me how your heart skips a beat when our eyes meet. They tell me how you steal glances staring at me when you think I’m not watching, sometimes I just pretend. The way you look at me when I’m lost in my train of thoughts tells me how you wish to hold my cold and numb hand into your soft and warm hands and join me in my quest as my companion.
Some people might call you a mistake, some – a lesson. A few name you as my Karma. I call you my milestone. My major milestone. Someone who divided time in my life as before and after you – just like we have Before Christ (BC) & After Christ (AC); why can’t we have time as Before You & After You ?