Nothing feels normal.
I don't know why it feels like everything is over.
Seems like he has made up his mind.
No hopes.
Why can't I stop myself? Again and again, checking last seen, checking for messages.
I have written and deleted messages 100 times.
Why am I still waiting, knowing that fate is not with us?
Let him go. It is good for him.
Don't be selfish.
About the Creator
Nidhi Gohil
When life took a different turn, I grew distant from people and closer to books📖. Since then, I started writing my emotions instead of speaking them.🍁
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