Everyday I wake up and walk to the nearest graveyard.There is a grave I have been visiting since the day I lost that person. The graveyard is quite but that grave is very much full of noises,noises only I can hear.
Everyday I wake up to pay the visit to that one person who knew me so well.Who knew me when I was being torn apart by the people and had no shoulder to cry on.Who knew me when I smiled even though my tear glands were about to burst open.Who watched me doing things no one would ever know.That person,in the grave,was the only one who watched me crying in the night while I tightly covered my mouth with my hand so that no one would listen.
The person in the grave was very kind,helped everyone cross the hardest parts of life,took everyone's hand and moved them from the pits of despair to the hope and joy.The person in the grave deserved so much better.The person in the grave died while thinking about love, thinking about someone to be by her side when her last breath was on the edge.I was there.I looked in her eyes and smiled while my tears wetted her entire face.I wanted to kiss her.I wanted to tell her that I am so much proud of her.That she did her best.Even though the love she gave was never returned to her, even though the mistakes she made were just there to make her strong,I still wanted to tell her that the kindness she gave off will return to her one day.
But which one day ?
There was not going to be another day for her,for her kindness,for her love.
And I remained quite all that time.
I wonder if she really wanted me to say something.I wonder if she wanted me to tell her that she was not going to die and it was just another hard day that'll pass off.
I wonder if I tell her that she is going to be alright she might have survived,she might have breathed one more time after her last one.
I wonder if she died after seeing my hopeless eyes that were screaming that no one is going to love you, even...