Vyshnoo

He Moved On

​And then I was standing outside my bath room where we hugged for the last time.

“No, I don’t miss you. I’ve gotten over you.” I said and convinced myself.
You are precious though.
I’m the reason for the breakup. Your heartbroken condition was fixed by your peer group.

Well, me? You know I didn’t have any friends to fix my condition.
But, it’s alright. I took help of the weed you didn’t smoke up at my place. I used those two cigarette packs that were lying in the drawer for comfort. The red wine you gifted me on my birthday, day before yesterday made me feel your kisses.

You were over it, earlier than me. I didn’t get over EVER.

I walked out of my balcony, just to check if those trees still danced like they used to when we sat on the parapet wall on chilly nights.

No, nothing moved.