Work has doubled. The constant paranoia of wanting everything superclean has started to overwhelm me. I didn’t have a maid even before this phase, ‘cos I’m never satisfied with their lethargy. But I’m suddenly missing the ability to have a maid.
The sad part is that your love is so beyond 500 days of the torture you went through that you truly want to see that other person happy. And yet your love is so beyond everything else, that you can’t bear to see them happy without you as well.
Sharing secrets has always been our special thing to do. But my favorite one, is buried in the backyard with you.
Struggling to write since you left, but the poem about you, still remains my masterpiece.