It's weird.
The world is working right. My life is working right. I have friends. I have family. Everything seems perfect. I have work, overbearing work. But that's the way I like it, so I have no complaints. Listening to music and sleeping on my friend's couch, that is how I like it. I am not lonely, I am not bored, I am not depressed. And yet, I am not happy.
I have been afraid of this since a long time. The distance. The lack of time. The busy schedules. The distance. The distance.
I do not want this to end. I do not want the calls to end. I do not want the jokes to end. But then again, the pain I face every time when I call and find your phone busy is worse. Or is it?
I know that this way of thinking is wrong. I know I am wrong. But isn't everyone allowed to feel bad for once?
I miss the conversations. Making each other feel loved. Feel wanted. I miss the video calls, with the horrible quality of my old phone's camera. I miss introducing each other's soft toys to each other. I miss that old picture of you dancing in the school function. I miss dedicating songs to each other, then listening to them and thinking about us.
Should I end all hopes of my life including you?
Haha, funny question. I can't. So I'll just lie on my bed and cry. What better way is there to end an otherwise perfect day?
