#withmeforever

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You’re not here, you’re not around.

Every news i get, every gossip i hear, my heart skips a beat because in a flash two things happen, first i think I have to tell you and the next I realize that I cannot.

Its funny how some experiences in life make you realize the true meaning the some phrases we use. I learnt the meaning of ‘gut’ feeling this time. Although this has nothing to do with my instincts, every time I think about you there is a weird pain in my abdomen like somebody is twisting the insides of my stomach. I always believed that emotional and physical pain were connected but never thought one would cause the other and how wrong I was.

It seems a little superficial to be writing about this, specially for me, for someone who barely talks about these things to people. But its that little solace I get putting up something online for that small silly ray of hope that says that you will find access to internet no matter where you are.

The ironic part is, even now, a very small subconscious part of my head wants to run this by you before its published. Seems like you were my go-to person for everything. I was never good at writing (I guess that is pretty clear), but you thought otherwise, whether you truly had faith in me or were just being nice to me, either ways the first personal article I am writing would be about you if not for you.