I miss having someone telling me it's ok.

I miss being on the receiving end of hugs.

I miss going on dates.

I miss laughing at each other for one reason or another.

I miss stopping in the middle of quarrels and asking each other what the heck we're quarrelling about.

I miss the make ups after the quarrels.

I miss the surprises.

I miss missing someone.

I'm like this hollow shell with no essence, void of all possible earthly feelings that one should be able to share with the world.

I'm the old dead tree with the leaves all fallen with no branches and such.

This time is just different. This time, closet doors were opened. Evoking a certain something that was kept; meant to be kept there. 

Cos she came like a thief in the night, without the slightest intent nor prejudice but stumbled by pure chance or fate. 

Fate they say, plays a cruel cruel game. 

So I sit in that quiet corner, watching from afar. With my hat in my hand hoping for a recuse to the stand that you took. Silenced prayers to the almighty. So that the error in judgement becomes a blessing in disguise. 

Fate they say, will come around some day.

Fate, they say.

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