I want to say, I am more comftable writing suicide notes than love letters because I'm scared of heartbreak, but that would be a lie.
You see, love letters are for the hopeful or the hopeless, and I am neither. I'm an evergreen tree used to seing the world around me fade colorless. I'm a ray of sunshine entering into the neighbourhood's abandoned house through a shattered window, visiting its ghosts.
I'm the smell of freshly grownded cumin and the light from street lamps reflected on puddles left behind by heavy rains. I'm neither hopeful nor hopeless, and that, I've learnt to make peace with.
So I will stay here, reading the suicide notes I once hoped to use but never did and live, because one day, love letters wont make my hands bleed. One day, I'll smile at all this.

















