We only talked yesterday. Of course today was going to be a day of silence between us. The lull period. Whenever it starts, I start imagining the day it will end. In the meanwhile, the agitation is always agonizing. Ambreen was supposed to pick me up today after work. We may not talk but I can't stop myself from taking a silent peek at mat. So there I was on my floor, huddled behind the blinds, looking straight at his smoking spot. There he was yet again, sitting and smoking in his lilac shirt. It was just a little over 6:00 pm. Looking at him makes me realize two things; how much I miss him when we dont talk and an even scarier feeling is what if this feeling perpetuates for a lifetime. Is it really true that nothing lasts forever? If it is then until that day dawns, I have to feel this over and over again.
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