May 8th, 2014
Thursday
11:21 A.M.
It's not love that hurts. What hurts more is being hurt by someone you love unconditionally.
8th may...remember this date? The date which is perhaps trivial now but it was significant once. One of the awaited date of every month. I don't think even a single month when we didn't wish each other on this day and most of the times exactly at midnight. On those loving moments, the thought that we'll move apart someday never crossed my mind. The promises we made to live happily ever after are broken now.
It's the second month when you haven't wished me. I don't expect even that you would wish me. I am trying hard not to set false expectations anymore.
It gives me a creepy feeling when I realize I still miss you like anything. This is downright ridiculous. The memories sprint in my mind again and again. You're more like a drug to me which I need badly to survive.
How every single moment with you was so heavenly. How every moment without you has become worst than hell. When I think of days with you everything seems so perfect but as soon as I think of my present I realize I am caged in my past unable to free myself.
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