Break up.

I don’t know how I’m gonna go to bed without hearing your voice at night.
I don’t know who I’m gonna tell my day too. 
I don’t know how I’m gonna deal with this.

I can’t squeal about my achievements to you anymore.
I’ll only be buying only one coffee from now on.

No more dates. 
No more phone calls.
No more messages.
No more “Good night, sweet dreams, Mahal Kita… I love you”‘s.

No more “I miss you”‘s 

No more sending memes.
No more smiles.
No more kisses.
No more hugs. 

I can’t hold your hand.
I can’t kiss your cheek. 
I can’t tell you how much I want you. 

we’re not together anymore. 

We broke up. 

Not only did I lose a relationship.

I lost my best friend. 

Breaking off our friendship hurt me more than breaking off our relationship.  

I will miss your voice.

I’ll miss your smile.

I’ll miss your eyes, your laugh, your receding hair line and our time stopping moments. 

I’ll miss you. 

Cherish the polaroids, the letters, the memories… I wish … 

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Love,
Nisha x

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