I couldn't find that ray of slightest hope from you. You tend to make me all bottled up for all the while you want. With thoughts rendering my mind like thriller melancholy. Threatening my heart to give up. I get all angry at a point, think of thrashing all the moments about you. Lastly, l make up my mind to never even think of you.
And even if I am doing well for some days, you appear from nowhere. A short text or call. The pain you talk about. You think only you have it all. I just smile or crack a joke, make you forget what you tell me. And you hung up all smiles.
And I am delighted in that moment,