Phase untold;little heart and tiny feet

And It became a something that means nothing now and in the sharp sunny afternoons we dreamt of having a tiny little one aspiring for the future no matter where we would be or what our status would be.

We came to that rough patch that had us both emotionally attached and also shared a moment thought of it.

We both shed some of our feelings down the eyes and with the lot of lies and few truths:-I checked the list.

Because it was meant for him whereas for me it was meaninglessly said.it was the best thing that happened in that who 2 month-ed phase.

I had 100 thoughts oozing out from mind’s vestibule leading to take my one time decision.

I made to home after that afternoon talks and hugged my bed tightly.The bed remained silent and covered me up for hours.

It was Sunday next day meaning that early meet-ups and up till late afternoons.the anxiety hit me up as that hour was closer and my mind gifted me an idea of excusing the day because I was on my periods and my energy was drained.

I was not ready to encounter his presence after our last session on our imaginary or not-going-to-be future.

Yet my heart dragged me to his place and surprise!!!it was his birthday which I didn’t remember obviously since I never asked about his personal details.

Officially I was considered as an idiot.Also his dog had disease and he had to give away his beloved and one and only love to hospital due to which he was broken from inside that day and I had very poor skilled when it comes to consolation and I tried…

The feelings deepened and talk on Genetic fusion walked longer than I expected because the feelings were mixed certainly because of his lovely dog’s disease+our one talk on IT+he was sad+I was down on vibes that day= OUR BIGGEST MISTAKE.

Uh oh!!! Maybe so intimate for but the sufferer in here is both of us!! Kind of mutual destruction when we were together and mutual respect when we part our ways!!!

I felt as if I lost our child when we broke up over the small matters!!! The stars of our world started falling away and every day became the closed-lost-book in the old shelves of abandoned Mansion with the surfaced dust over it.

His eyes on our accidental-crossed-paths still searches for the pretentious promises I made making myself search under the layer interrogation.

It really hurts so much when I open the book and the pages of it are filled with lies I said and those pages are inside every pocket of my heart chambers.

The imagination-al child which would have happened to us was the one made us closer and depressed at the same moment.

Thoughts of our morals embedded into it and the looks of him if it were a boy and mine if it were a girl and it’s personality,the future hmmm!!!

The world it was going to have and all of it were nothing but senseless thoughts as if we were going to be together forever!!!

Sometimes the depression is what makes us write heavily on the torn pages and if it was not intended to happen I would not have been able to make up to here and writing about my past life!!!it is pathognomic and cancerous pain.

Fantasies are what making us alive and thriving and I believe it is what makes this world work for more.

P.S:- I am up for any suggestions you might have for me to put inside my future work.