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It Was You and Me Against The World

The sky turned from blue to grey. Rain began to pour heavier than it did. She sunk into her seat cos she knew he was boarding the same bus and she didn’t know what she should do or say or feel. By the time he got in the bus, it was full, and he picked the seat beside hers. He was almost soaking wet. It didn’t matter cos she was already wet too. She didn’t say anything. Neither did he.

Deep down her heart hurt. Even though it’s been a long time since they went separate ways. But she ignored it cos she knew it was for the best. He was so close to her that she could almost hear his heart beat. In a flash of a second, she found her resting her head on his chest as a sign that she’s missed him all this while. She thought he’d push away, but he hugged her tighter. She began to cry. And so did he. His arm was over her shoulder now and he leaned down to kiss her forehead. She reached for his hand and squeezed it tight. In her head she thought “I miss these hands so much. I miss the feeling of how easy it was.” He then took his free hand to wipe his eyes.

Her bus stop was nearing so she had to set free from the hold he had on her. That hug she has been longing to feel since he left. She took her bag and left the seat; tears in her eyes. She looked at him again, and he gave a smile and she exited the bus.

They never uttered a word to each other.
But I guess you don’t have to explain feelings with words, cos they can only be felt.

Only Allah knows.
This makes me not want to carry on. This makes me want to just stay in this bubble and live within memories.

But I can’t always be the only one to want this. So with that, I’m walking away- Walking away from the thought of just staying put and waiting; hoping that he’ll come back one day.

Cos he wont.

Cos dreams are just wishes your heart makes.
And I refuse to believe that when people appear in your dreams, they want to see you.
Cos dreams… are just dreams.
No more, no less.
I’ve gone through too much to believe that such tales exist.

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