A.

मेरे दिल के लिफाफे में, तेरा खत है जानिया।

The first place where he ever kissed me was my temple. More than the actual kisses we had, he preferred kissing my temple over them all. Every day I saw him, every hour I spent with him,it was etched in my memory, on my temple.

Maybe one day, years from now, we'll meet again at a coffee shop and start fresh. We'll forget we ever knew each other before and give each other a second chance. We'll pretend to not know the tells of each other, until a few days have passed, but it will be perfect. It will be the way it was supposed to be now.

Sometimes I imagine that we'll run into each other again. Maybe we'll make awkward small talk and pretend like it wasn't just yesterday when we used to know the smallest tells of each other. Maybe you'll ask me to catch up, and we'll go to my rooftop again. Maybe we'll talk, and you'll tell me about your job, and I'll tell you about mine. Maybe I'll see the ring on your finger. Maybe I'll pretend not to. Maybe I'll see her picture on your lockscreen, and remember what it felt like, being loved by you.