TWOAMTHOUGHTS

 Deafening silence, pitch-black sky, the moon is full again, rain is slowly starting to drop. the slow breeze caresses my face, what is everybody doing on this perfectly perfect night? Sometimes, I'd like to imagine what every single person could be doing at this precise moment. I am writing this piece, what about the others? some might be slowly drifting to sleep in front of the T.V, some might be eating their dinner, some might be working late at a factory. Some might be kissing a loved one goodbye at the airport, others might be kissing their loved one for the first time ever. Some might be having one hell of a fight over a stupid thing they probably will forget about in a couple of weeks, others might be making love. Some might be trying to conceive, others may be welcoming their firstborn at this very moment. But also, some might be breathing their last breath, some might be struggling to stay warm, some might be having their worst night ever, some might not be even aware of i...

How can we say something without saying anything? And how can we say everything without saying nothing? And how can we feel something that was long gone? And how can we not feel something fairly new? And how can we forget it happened without breaking our hearts to pieces? And how can we reignite our love before it ever ceases?

Why isn't there a divine warning for when we see the person we love for the last time? No, this is not a tragic love story that ends in death. This is an unrequited love story that ends in separation. Separation of bodies , of souls , of worlds . I still remember the last day I saw him. It was a Tuesday. We were both on the same bus. He was all alone, standing in all his splendor, his phone in his hand, and his earphones blaring music in his ears. He was showing off that breathtaking smile of his. I know that smile; he used to smile at me the same way. Was he talking to her? Was she the one making him laugh now? Or was he looking at her pictures and admiring her?  It hurts overthinking about all of that, so I assumed that he was watching some funny video of a cat going crazy over fallen tree leaves. But I know he wasn't. I chose to believe that nonetheless, hoping that the ache will slowly fade away. It's been almost a year since I last saw him on that bus. I had a friend w...

How can I love you and hate you at the same intensity at the same time? Love: staying in bed next to you on a rainy afternoon, talking about stuff like how our day went, and what sort of things we did with our friends. Love: seeing you in all your glory when you pick me up from work after an exhausting day of chain-meetings. Love: when you kiss my forehead every morning to ease the pain of not seeing you for the whole daytime. And love: when you hold my hand to show off that I'm yours forever. I am utterly, unconditionally in love. But how can these days of pure romance and tender affection fly by so quickly? How can the things that made me love you so much make me hate you so much? Hate: when you go to the "gym" and leave me in bed alone on a rainy afternoon, talking to myself about how my day went horribly . Hate: when you pick me up from work but instead of looking at me, you focus on every other girl on the street. Hate: when you kiss my forehead every morning,...