The Universe is a poem…Adyasha Acharya
I couldn’t stop.
I just couldn’t stop thinking about him,
no matter how hard I tried not to.
I dreamed of another universe, one where he loved me as I love him.
Another world where I occupied the most special place in his heart.
A utopia where his lips kissed mine so often and so constantly that I had to pull away for air every single time.
I think that’s my way of coping.
I imagined a world where he wants me to compensate for the world I’m actually living in. A world where he is indifferent towards me.
I love him so much that I found a way to live the impossible.
To reduce the sting of him not caring.
I love him so much that I found a way to numb the feelings.
He could hurt me all over again and all I would do is get hurt again and again.
Even I don’t know how much I would do for this indifferent boy.