Our last hug

I watched you leave with teary eyes, a broken heart, I could feel it bleed from the cracks.

The vision of you is blurred from this never ending stream of tears. I can’t remember what loving you felt like. All I feel is pain at this point.

Your hug is foreign, I don’t fit in your embrace like I used to before. I don’t feel safe, protected and warm. All I feel is your cold breath on my head.

And your voice seemed golden once. It made me smile every time I heard it, but now it only brings tears.

You called me on my eighteenth birthday. I wish that call lasted longer. I didn’t want to pretend like I didn’t care, but you left me with no choice. I wanted to know if you’re doing okay.

I wish the last hug we shared was warmer, as I snuggled into your chest to fill the gap of cold air between us.

I swear I tried but I can’t be the only one walking the extra mile.

I looked at you with love in my eyes, despite how you stood aloof; like you couldn’t care less.

Distance makes the heart grow fonder, time heals everything, they said. Lies, they lied to us.

But who was to warn us that our bond would only become weaker and we would only grow apart?

You came into my life by happenstance, a breeze of refreshment I didn’t know I needed.

You were that breath I never knew I was holding in.

You were so warm and you filled my heart with your warmth. You made me feel so lovable, so desirable. You told me I was perfect but actually, we were perfect.

Your smile brightened up my day. It reminded me of the sun behind a rainbow, but now you leave behind grey clouds, an incessant drizzle and puddles of repressed emotions.

Authors: Tasneem Khambatti and Vedant Vaswani

Editor: Khushi Luniya

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