MK

I miss you! Why? I dunno? Do I even know you? No, I don’t! Then why do I miss you? Again the answer is the same as before, I dunno. Did I ever indulge in long conversations with you? No! Then why I do I miss talking to you? Again the answer is the same, I dunno. I miss walking beside you, eating with you, watching my favourite show with you, travelling the world with you? But why? Did I ever done any of this with you before, No! Then why do I feel the pangs of anxiety taking over me at sudden hours, and I miss you like anything. Why do I dream often about you? Why did this longing never leaves me, the longing of seeing you, wanting you, talking to you and be yours for eternity. I don’t even know you, how aggressive you are? Or if you are a womaniser? Or what if you are a corrupt person inside out? What if you are a liar or a manipulative psychotic? I don’t know a thing about you and yet the urge to spend the rest of my life with you is maddening. I often weave this scene of bumping into you all of a sudden on a busy cobbled street under a lamp post with ivy vines twirling around it and I would act like a stranger but deep inside my heart would be beating so fast that if the world stops and listens to the my heart beat their ears might explode. In short, I miss you.

Sometimes I miss my mother so much, even if she is sleeping in the next room. I miss her even when she is sitting right in front of me. Why? Can a person love another human being so much? That they miss them even when they are right in front of them. I think I can never love anybody the way I love my parents. I love my mom and dad the most💖