I wrote a story for a contest organized by Terribly Tiny Tales yesterday. The result of the contest came out today and my story didn’t get selected.
“I flip through the pages of your diary and see not only poems scribbled but also the pain of every minute I’ve not been with you.”
I penned down another thought today:
” I realized that you won’t be back until I’ll let you go. So that’s what I did. But, with no expectation of you coming back.”
The day was amazing in so many senses, except the way it’s ending.