•Cracking belongingness• (Caption) ___ I put on my glasses. I didn't keep tab on number of times I dabbed my eyes. It took me all courage and easiness to reread our messages. With every tap on the screen, my eyes stung a tad harder than a moment ago. Waiting- it's wretched -I can't take it. This waiting weighs like a corpse. I've no strength to witness granules of sand slipping from my grip, anymore. It has torn me into fragments, too minute to even collect and reconstruct. Haven't you felt the heaviness of waiting? I'm exhausted. I'm tired from longing. I've fantasised you loved me like I did. Though we sought pleasure in pelting hate on eachother, we knew it was just another form of love. Didn't we swear on air to hate one another till our end? It hurts, for the air is thick with our promises but we're no more its holders. Our promises - like ashes. Does it mean you never cared for me? Haven't you longed for care from someone like this? I didn't dare read our messages again. I merely skimmed. Words, I caught here and there proved the dire craving. I've been hard on myself for being envious of you. It's clear now; it's erroneous to name it envy. I craved to chat with you. Mere craving. That was way too intense.
