4 DEC 2017 AT 21:41

I was telling her about how magical you were with your beady brown eyes. You'd said you'd know I'd written about you if I mention the beady brown eyes part. We sang Rabbi Shergil's Tere Bin by the Juhu beach. When that part about 'Kise hor, naiyo chomna' (There's no one else I shall kiss) came on, I looked away from you, and you didn't. It was excruciatingly beautiful. See now, how could we have a bond when there were no strings attached? How could the sea be, and it's waves not break at the shore? How could I not love? You'd made it clear that you're an extremely busy man. A traveler and not only of places. I'd ask you casually 'What's up?' you'd then ask me out for a movie, or a trip someplace, like nothing happened. We'd text about Harry Potter and my heart would wince like you'd said a Crucio when we'd kissed . I lost the will to have Sulaimani at Prithvi. We hugged each other, but only I held you. I realize I haven't looked up since I began talking about you. She says, this man, whoever he is, has left you with so much disquiet inside, that your lips are silent and your heart is raging. I agree. I shall remember to forget you and hopefully forget to remember you.

- The Broken Clock