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A Letter?

‚ÄčLife won’t be the same without you.
I’m gonna be a mess. I know.
Who am I gonna express my pain/joy to? Who am I gonna narrate my stories to? Who will ever understand me?
It hurts everytime I think of being seperated.
It hurts. It literally does.
The pain in my throat, the moistened eyes make me wanna scream n shout even louder. I dont know why.
Why do good things have to end so early?
It’s just gonna be different. Life’s gonna be a complete mess.
You are my support. Happiness comes from you. And you know that too.
I’ve stopped cripping for friends, because you are an army. You gave me love, affection, care. You gave me all of it. But the worst part is… *I dont wanna say it*
Nobody could ever seperate us in these years. Nobody, even if they tried. Nobody could. But this time, it’s time. Time is gonna seperate us. Why?? Why on Earth do good things have to end so early? Life is hard.
We may end up being miles apart. Tell me, will you still remember me? Will you still love me the way you do? Will you still care about me? Will you still send me snaps, all the crazy stuff? Time moves on and it will eventually fade everything away, won’t it?
It’s just too harsh for me. I cant… I cant let you get out my life like that. You didn’t even tell me you’ll be going soon. You didn’t even warn me. All of a sudden, now we discover there are 4 months left.
It hurts. It freaking hurts. I don’t know why tears stream down.
I don’t know why I keep thinking of it. I know i should be studying, but instead, I end up with this.
I’ll miss you.
You can never be replaced. That little space in my heart is reserved for you… forever.
I love you.
~Soul Sister.


The road not taken. A poem.

I have connected a lot with this poem. Just thought of sharing this.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same, 

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back. 

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

~Robert Frost