“There was a boy who lost everything to a girl. She would bring him a flower and he would keep it like a diamond found on Pluto. She would give him chocolates, wafers, a night suit to sleep in, a glass to drink his whiskey from, a tub of ice cream and a blank diary. He kept it like a treasure until he realized that she was prepping him up for a battle. A battle that he would have to fight alone. She left him and he forgot to breathe. And that day he realized that oxygen is not the only thing needed to live. Nothing was the same. He drank water but it tasted like a million year old stagnant pool. He searched every nook and corner, hoping to find her fragrance. And when he could not stand his reflection in the mirror, he gave up. He tucked himself in the night suit , ate a wafer for the first time in weeks, kept ice cream on the side of bed and took his diary out. And just when he wanted to pour his inexplicable feelings down on the page, he read the scribbles on the back side of the diary. “Thank you for the memories you gave me . But, this time, i want you to create new ones with someone who deserves”
— nights unloved
