Day 33

he was the only piece of good thing left in my life. 
my future studies..my kajal
of Annie's song.. Tu hi mera..
of shopping without parents.
of incessant laughter, and walks.
of sitting by the lake, to name ducks.. and drink wine in the process
of night outs.. of pizzas and bangles..
of stoles..those pashmina types..
of discussing design, and fighting in it.. of making those magenta lined presentations..
of earrings, metro, Subway, Dunkin' Donuts..

my hope for a better tomorrow.. of the little things we did for each other..

And suddenly, it is all lost..
We stood strangers.. had nothing to speak to each other..

so he got lost too..
and he agreed to..