We sit beside each other, holding hands without uttering a single word. As if though we understood each other in silence too.
You put aside a strand of hair from my face behind my ear. And I lay my head on your chest like I always did, when we used to sit under the stars, weaving a beauty future together.
The night turns chilly and the winds, piercing, yet I don’t feel anything. Because, I am at the my safest place in the world. Your arms.
But inside me, every organ was breaking one by one as I was preparing to leave my safe haven.
I always hated good-byes. And here I am, dreading to say goodbye to the one, where I always went back at the end of the day.