In that empty cafe, late at night. Nobody stays that late. Same table, same lamp. Same Sarah. I sipped the coffee. And said “In the Search for truth, I have found more questions than answers. Or maybe I was afraid of the answers. Yes, thats it. Fear of loosing”. “Loosing what?” She asked. “Loosing you” I replied. “Thats not gonna happen”. “Why?”. “You can’t loose something you never had”. At that moment it struck me. Yes, maybe she was right. She always confused me. I thought I understood her. But maybe it was all in my head. “Yes it was” she said with a smile. Damn, wait what? Did say that out loud? “Yes you did” she replied. Am I loosing it? Wait! Did I say that out loud too? No I didn’t. I know I didn’t. I can’t be. She always confuses me. Why? I know her. But she always says I don’t. And I always believe her. Should I? Maybe I shouldn’t. “What are you thinking? Are you ok?” I can’t tell her that now can I. “I’m ok” I replied. No I’m not ok. But want to be. But then why do I like the pain? Damn, I’m talking to myself. I hope not put loud. Shit!
Just wanted to write something. Something you inspired me to do. Not quite there yet but baby steps @vismaya_r_nair
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