You know what bothers me?

That we always seem to reappear in each other’s lives, randomly, and unexpectedly, whether on a screen or a street corner. And every time, we remeet, we exchange worries, concerns, and fragments of our lives

And the thing is, I take it seriously. I hold onto those words. I replay them in my head like a broken record, over and over, until my mind spins, until I feel like I might fall with vertigo. I start dreaming about you. I start falling for you again. Like repeating my favourite mistake.

But you? I don’t think you do. You just talk, for the heck of it and then the moment is gone.

You don't replay the scenes. Like I do. There is no background music, no ache that lingers from chest to throat.

Because for you, everything is about time. So temporary.

Like Until 2 p.m.

Until the weekdays.

And then you say, take care.

Which means goodbye.

And then it’s over.

And I am left exactly where I was before.

In the same state of limbo.

Stuck in the same void.

The same vicious cycle.

I don't even know why do I allow you to kill me.

Like I enjoy being killed by you.

As if I am so okay to die that way!!!