Ever been in a situation when you receive a message from the person you love the most in the world, you read it in the morning, and then as the day goes by, you start to realize that this may very well be the last time you are ever going to hear from them? That this message may be the last message you ever going to receive from them? And then the night approaches, and your fear starts to turn into reality when you still don't receive any reply.. God it's killing me, why I'm not dead yet? Or am I alive?
these days are hard.
Sometimes I'm sitting with my family, or sitting alone, and it just hits me out of nowhere, the realization of how much I miss your presence in my life, how much I miss our talks, your teasing, everything. But that follows with what happened, how you preferred a person you started talking few months ago over me, me whom you called your brother and you had known for few years now. I was the person who gave preference to you over everyone, because I called you my family. You once told me not to expect too much from you but at least you could have known your priorities. Or maybe you had always known, it was just me who didn't know them. Stupid me.