I Miss you. No, I Miss You like I Miss Being Myself. It Feels Incomplete Without You.


I Miss you. No, I Miss You like I Miss Being Myself. It Feels Incomplete Without You:

Paperback Storyteller: I Miss you. No, I Miss You like I Miss Being Myself. It Feels Incomplete Without You.
Paperback Storyteller: I Miss you. No, I Miss You like I Miss Being Myself. It Feels Incomplete Without You.


It's like watching a horror movie at 2 am and not even knowing when I paused it and started thinking about you. It's like listening to your covers, only to make myself crave for you even more. It happens when I'm in the middle of a class and everyone's cracking jokes around, and somewhere in between, I find myself in a corner, tears trickling down my face. It's when I bury my nose under piles of books, 5minutes later, only to know that I'm lost, staring blankly at the wall infront of me. It's like I'm in a stance, singing "I'll go everywhere you go." under my breath before I even realize it. And when I feel like I can't take it anymore, I keep on scribbling the three words on my diary, wishing, so wishing I could tell you that in person.

Seven months is quite a long period of time and we've no idea what awaits us. But I could tell you, 30 years from now, I'll still look at those worn out pages and recite like a litany,

"I love you."

- Shoumita.

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