When I went out for a walk last night.
I saw two couples walking in front of me holding hands.
My heart ached with nostalgia and melancholy.
Thinking about the time when Ginny and I held hands while walking in the Koramangala street at night.
Was it really four years ago?
Why does it feel like it was yesterday?
I still vividly remember her smile.
The way she looked at me and said that I forgot to wear pants.
Because I was wearing tiny shorts.
Her eyes sparkling in the soft glow of the street lights.
I see her every time I close my eyes.
My heart aches all the time.
I cry all the time.
I’m so fucking tired.
Anyway.
Good Night.
I love you all.
x
P.S.
I don’t know how old I am right now.
I think 35?
I didn’t really think much about my age.
I don’t care much anyway.