I felt like I was fresh out of hope, a vaccum was weighing me down. I laughed on myself for loving a man who loves someone else. Last night, he called me. He told me, why he can't fall asleep. I listened him hoping that it would be about us. I almost screamed out of happiness as if I was high on Ritcher scale. He didn't say a word for one minute and a quarter. And then he whispered, I miss her. I forgot all my words and went numb. I heard him saying, I miss her as if walls had echoed everything again. After every sentence. After every brief pause, he breathed words of missing her. I could hear my heart thumping loud and my bones rattling as I tried to get a hold. Relax, I said to myself. I told him, you're ought to miss people. I told him, you can't make someone stay even if you always envelop them on your side like you can't make the fragrance of rose to be long-lasting. It eventually loses the scent, and that's how people leave us, slowly. But he says, she's a lavender. I can breathe her in air around me, and then i miss her more.
