मैं,
तुम्हारी अनजानी।

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You came to my window sill expecting
That I'd ask you big favours.

But no.
Sit here.
Talk to me.
Tell me how far you have come and how far you have to go.
I keep asking these humans to talk to me.
I am tired of thinking about ny own story all day. I wanna listen to yours.

Does the sky feel as cold as the earth?
Tell me about the constellations tonight.
We can gossip about each star all night.
Tonight, like every other night,
I want to have conversations that last till 4 am.

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I write to you in a language that isn't yours so that we have that anonymity left. You see, it's uncomfortable to feel familiar to you, or to the idea of you. I wanna know what would have happened if us existed. The us you destroyed. It doesn't matter if it makes me happy or not. That possibility is enough. I smile because I have a story to tell and I have grown up enough to tell both the sides of the story.
I see you, I wanna know how you feel when you remember a certain memory. I wanna read that sentence that sends you back in that year and day. I wanna dance to the songs that hold you while you're stuck in the past. I wanna see you from different eyes because you already are talking to me in a different tone.

But because it doesn't matter, I'll be happy with the possibility of it.

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