Missing him

It's 2:00 am. And you're missing "him". You are lying on your bed, with lights off and listening to some sad songs. You are staring at the walls. And thinking. And thinking. But what are you thinking?

About "him" who left you? About "him" who broke you? About "him" who loved you? About "him" who broke all the promises? About "him" who made you happy? Or about "him" who made you sad?

So basically, you are thinking about the one you loved. Or the one you love.

You close your eyes, take a deep breath and a movie begins.
You start remembering all the happy and sad moments.

The way he grabbed your waist. The way he touched you. The way he pulled your cheeks. The way he held your hands. The way he kissed you. The way he loved you.

All the places associated with him are your favourite places. Because those places were where you got mad for someone for the first time. Where You lied to everyone for someone , for the first time. Where You cherished someone's presence, for the first time. Where you fell in love, for the first time.

But now, all those places are empty. You go there everyday, so does he. But those places lack madness, happiness, friendship and love.

And that, kills you. It kills you every time you visit those places. You feel sad because those moments are never gonna come back. You know those moments are in the past and that the present is entirely different. But you can't accept this truth.

You think about moving on. You think about loving someone else, but you end up loving him, again. Again.