There isn't a moment he doesn't think about it,
It's always a lingering thought in his head,
No matter how much work he has,
It would always be in his head,
He feels helpless, like he's stuck in a hole,
Unsure what to do and who to take comfort from,
He just wants things back to how it was,
He feels it's very selfish of him,
A few days back he was sketching,
He came across some thing scribbled in one of the last few pages,
He stared blankly at it,
A drop fell on the page,
He realized he was tearing up,
He cried,
He felt vulnerable only to you,
He will wait.
These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up
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