Note.

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.