Friday, 12 February 2016

The Last Hug

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“Can you hug me?” I asked him.

“Sure.” He said and hugged me.

I felt the ache reaching my heart. Somewhere, in the deepest corners, laid the fact that I shouldn’t see him anymore. My heart was telling my brain that it had won the war. I was sad that I would never get a chance to be enveloped by those arms. I would surely miss his scent. I would miss his hold over my hands at every step of my life. I would miss his touch. I was scared I would miss me.

“Go home now.” He said while kissing me on my forehead. I was sure to miss those kisses.

I smiled and moved towards the gate of my apartment.

“Don’t I get a ‘bye’?” He asked.

I felt the rush of emotions in my heart. How was I supposed to tell him that it was our last date? How was I supposed to tell him that I wouldn’t see him anymore? How was I supposed to tell him that ‘it’ was all over for me?

“’Byes’ seem like farewell to me. I wish to see you soon, someday in future.” I said without looking at him.

“You and your weird talks. I love you.” He said and went away. I wiped that tear on my cheek.

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