Death never crossed our minds;
Chaotic times. We had to run.
Then I was safe. Nothing could harm us where we were. But the news came like live bullets through the soul. Not one, but two. Never imagined it this way. Never prepared myself for it. Did I ever tell you how much you meant to me? Did you know?
That was all that mattered.
Had it just been one, I would’ve survived it with the other. But two. How do you survive a blow like that?
‘Never’ used to be a superlative. It became a reality.
Never. Never. Never. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. Never. Never. Never. It rang loud and clear.
‘Heartbreak’ would not suffice. It was more than that. A shrinking soul, perhaps. Or suffocation.
You always said I exaggerate.
But these are words I could never say,
‘I love you. I’m sorry. We could’ve, would’ve, should’ve.
Why?’
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