Imagine yourself standing in the midst of a crowded road of a foreign country. You turn around and barely know anyone. And then, you see a beacon of hope. A person whom you know so well. Whom you trusted so much and loved deeply. Whose heart you'd broken so badly that you still can't get over the guilt of hurting that person. You wish to run and hold his hand and you do that too. But then he disappears into thin air. Like in horror movies. But, even scarier. As that one person who mattered the most, you've lost him more than he lost you. You're now in shatters. The imagination shatters. Do you feel the void that has been made by that person? Well, I feel it now.
But can I do anything about it? I'm scared to talk to him. I'm scared that whether I'll be able to talk to him and tell him what I feel from the bottom
of my heart. That I miss him. Should I try? Should I tell him? Or should I wait? For him to talk? (I don't want him to guilt trip me. That's all.)
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