One day, you would forget that I even existed. Someday, somehow,
you would know how to differentiate the right from the wrong.
The moment you got to know what is wrong, the dread to move on and
forget what you have found out would be enormous.

On one rainy day, when you would be sitting by the window noticing
the droplets of rainsliding down the window pane, tugging your sweater
due to the coldness of the night, you would recall the teardrops that slid
down the countours of my face and the pain that I went through in the long term.

I believe in karma and won’t allow myself to speak my emotions out to hurt others,
I want to notice how you others allow yourself to hurt me. recalled the day when we
were walking alongside of each other. Trotting in unsual ways as we were not in shoes .