I stopped cooking for a while, specially roti. because when I make those, I miss him. I can visualise our kitchen conversation but not be able to live that again. Boy, that hurts! A lot! For non-hurting living, I stopped cooking.
After 6-7 months, I cook roti again. and I cried. I missed him so much that some times I can't stop crying and sometimes i wanna cry but I can't. emotionally, mentally, physically, spiritually everything fucked up. & its not going to be better. No matter how much people say that time heals everything. somethings are not meant to heal.
I fucked up pretty hard, I am not sure I'll ever be able to pull myself together. Right now, I am shattered, so much that not be able to gather myself. when you saw me I look fine but anything can break me. I am so much fragile.
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