When I asked him all the questions I always wanted to he replied with a nonsense emoticon of smiling. I felt hurt as I was expecting him to reply with all the lovely words dipped in fresh honey and garnished with chocolates. I read my messages again thinking I would have asked a wrong question. I felt like a vacant place asking for him to make me occupied. Was it so much to ask for?
I have a supernatural power of knowing things. At first, when I got vibes about there is something fishing and I need to make sure to check it out and try to reverse that was going good. But sometimes when he is messing up around and I can’t help him that time I try not to think about it. But my nerves squeeze and make my blood flow stops. Do you know how it feels when you want to live that moment but your body resist? That too for a person who doesn’t care. It feels like a forest burning itself because the trees are getting chopped by somebody else.
Being insecure is a different thing. It’s a form of not letting the other person live. I was doing the contrary of this. Thinking about the leaving, I was breathing. My heartbeat was making a rhyme I never heard of it before. Like a drummer sitting on my heart with his sticks. Ever beat arose my tears of anxiety, for that, I was prepared. Every day I fight for the truth that he is hiding behind the scenes. Am I, not the one who he should be answerable to?
damn, again I voiced out something that I shouldn’t. As this is the best relationship I’ve been in- “She said with a teardrop she wore down”.