theclumsywriter

        The sun was setting. The sky was orange bathing every ounce of the my room in its color. I was finally at peace. It had rained heavily . I love a heavy rain, uncultured, stormy in nature as it would consume everything coming in its way. And finally the evening sunset after heavy rain. Just orange. I was sipping coffee. For the first time I had tried to move on . For the first time in a long while I have not been scared , just for a moment. For a moment , I had not thought about you. I have been eaten by people who lurk on my back like some ghost. I feel as if someone took a big bite of my heart and left the remains to give me pain. It wouldn’t have hurt if it wasn’t done by you. But what was I to you, I have kept asking this to myself every time as if thinking about all this is my wholesome world. And like a foolish lover I was happy to give you  my whole heart. But you didn’t know right, how much I loved you. I was just a best friend right. Why push me away when I tried comi