• vineyardofthoughts 47w

    I keep writing about you

    Every day, I use to sit alone beneath the moonlight, thinking of all the heart-warming, grief-sharing, conversations we could have had, but we never did...
    Every night, I use to sit alone in my balcony waiting for a sunrise that would bring you along with it
    And now, I neither wait nor hope, I just sit alone in my room writing about you all the day, Coz I don’t know what else to do when I miss you.