The Overrated Happiness

It didn't appear to me that you will leave me any notes.

I look at the time and that was exactly before I went to pack up. What's left?



Happiness is overrated.

I wish you well

A few days had gone and it actually felt like forever.

Pain.

1. Your scent
2. Your dirty laundry
3. Your nerdiness
4. Your indifference
5. Your habit

Getting used to something and wanting to get rid of that something is not exactly my strength. Not really my weakness too.

I can talk about it. Whoever and whenever without intense emotions. I know it will hit me soon.

I wish you well.

An Accident

Once, I thought it would be the end. Somehow it rises and I see a strand of opportunities.

Change is a luxury for you, I presume. The kind of luxury that you could not afford. Perhaps, it is just too expensive.

The tiny hands of yours speak for you. The words you articulate tell me that you are insecure. As much as I want to help, I could not. Nobody can help you other than yourself. For the greatest enemy lives in you.

I, on the other hand, took the path that I never thought I would. It seemed like an accident. I like what I have and your presence should add colours to mine.

Fear.

Possession.

I wish you well.