U owe me an explanation.
Actually, tonnes of explanations.
The 7-year –itch has already started surfacing between us when its
only been 4 years now. And with time, you’re only getting worse.
I wish I had the capability of hearing your mind out loud. When I try
and talk, u never even show any sign of paying attention.
Damn! You don’t even fake it.
I wish I could throw a vase at you, like I did the other day, only to
miss you by an inch. That day, you really shouldn’t have commented on
my newly-done hair-color. Because the vase was your mother’s and you
had a hard time giving all the explanations to her later.
See! Like I said. You r always landing yourself in giving explanations!
Anniversaries went right by us, rather-me, you never cared to wake up
from your sweet slumber.
You remember my first birthday that we celebrated together? Ofcourse u
held a private screening of my favorite Nicolas Sparks movie. You also
gifted me a tissue box wrapped in fancy red. I know how you detest
alkl the romantic stuff on tabloid, but that was the best present
ever. Whatching my fav movie, wrapped in your arms while u wiped off
the tears down my cheeks from the gifted tissues.
And you remember the adventure trip we took 2 years ago? You went on
to climb an extra mile because u saw a spring at the top and I was
thirsty. I kept shouting at the top of my voice- I have it in my
bottle! Don’t go! That’s a dangerous terrain!
I wish you had heard me then.
You never reached that spring. And you never came back, to me, too.
You’ve broken the promise of being with me forever…of loving me forever.
Now if you could just get up from the piece of land where u’ve been
resting forever...
Because…u owe me an explanation.
