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title: 'Last Letter, maybe'

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# Last Letter, maybe

Who am i to judge you? Who am I to tell you that you're doing wrong? When I myself is doing the things that i said i will never do again. At least you're happy. Touchwood for that. I don't know you anymore. I dont know how are you? but I urge you to know that I am hurting. Not something new and that you don't know of. Who knows me better than you. In the world where everyone is betraying, lying, faking at least you remained true. Good or bad that I am no one to speak of. There isn't a single day when you have not crossed my mind. Hope I could be honest and brave enough to say few things. But trust me I won't. We have nothing anymore finally. We despise eachother. But deep inside I know there is a part who still want you and I dont know whether to keep that part or kill it, I just know only that part is keeping me alive somedays, gives the strength to keep on going. You are always with me by my side and telling me I am enough myself. You made me who I am now. Last time I said I will write you again after ten December but today I need to write one. It's okay if you dont read it and again ignore this. I promise, I will understand. Today I just want to be heard for a little longer and I will assume you are listening. Though I want you to listen I dont have words to say. I am empty and devoid of words. You wont believe this, but now that I sit to think I dont really remember when was the last time I laughed my heart out, when was the last when I lived fully to myself. To be honest I do even wonder about and find reasons in between my momentary smiles. I dont get excite anymore, Nothing excites me. I am as good as a dead soul. Damn! when did I turn to this. See how am I speaking as if you are really there. Do you still think I am weak? No I'm not. Whom you once choose can't be so vulnerable. On days like this I dont know why I find my way back to you. I wish if you truly and really exist not just in my mind but also under the moon too. After all "Isn't the moon lovely", always.


