A Quarter After One

“And I wonder if I ever crossed your…”

It’s midnight. The only time when we have sensible talks – the only time you do not forget about me.

Us. With he world. With the masses.


Can it be only the ‘us’?

Late night conversations. Late night conversations that are sometimes fun, sometimes debate-like, sometimes tensed, or whatsoever. Whoever started the conversation mattered to me at first, but I realized that the  essence is more important to remember.

Everything is different now. You are different. Being with you is like there’s a third wheel. I cannot fit myself in your heart that you promised to the ‘masses’. Whatever relationship we have now is a blessing. Let it be.

This week, I decided to let whatever responsible force bring us closer.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s