E K A K S H

It’s her birthday in three days.

The moment my eyes land on the date marked on the calendar of my phone, the thought pops up on its own. I still remember marking the day while we were together to make sure it doesn’t skip from my mind in any condition. The surprises that I planned for that day were too pretty to be missed from her life, too good to not let her have a taste of them, too beautiful to not have her eyes linger on them. 

Before they were no longer needed in her life. 

Just like my existence. 

Everytime my mind rushes in the direction of those memories from two years ago, the ache in my heart intensifies ten fold. It’s like no matter how hard I try to avoid it, to use it as a shield to keep her away from me, the pain never completely leaves. It keeps coming back, again and again, all over again.