You are gone.

I checked the calendar. 28th June, it showed. 3 years back, this day became the best day of my life. But today, instead of holding onto you, I’m holding onto your memories.

I peeped through the window and it seemed as if even the sky was crying looking at my fate. The morning which should’ve been brighter than the sunshine felt gloomy. I went out, drenching myself in the rain with your flashbacks popping up in my mind and feeling excruciating pain in my heart.

I walked and walked until I reached your favourite restaurant.
“Two cappuccinos topped with whipped cream and chocolate sauce?” the waiter asked.
“Just one today.”

Things change with time and people change too. At the end of the day, I no more go to a home now, I go to a house, an empty house which just triggers the void in me. At the end of the day, I don’t have anyone in front of whom I can lighten my heavy heart. You see, this is how being alone feels like. It sucks.

I walked back into nothingness. As I opened the door of my house, the spaces left in my heart were hit hard by the void. It felt as if I didn’t open the door to my house but to the emptiness which has made a place in me.