Your dose.

   In the moonlight, your face it glows. Like a thousand diamonds. The scent of your hair, I can still smell it. Your perfume, it smelled like vanilla that day. I’m not sure whether it’s your perfume or the vanilla bun you ate. The smell of it caught my nose. In my head, I’ve made a picture of you, with every single detail, every single thing, a perfection was created that day.

  Something was not right that day, it blew out everything. I made you cry that night. It was the loudest cry, the emotions flew, the words were full with grief and sorrow. I have to end up our conversation that day, by asking you not cry. It was hard. It was really hard no ask people to stop letting their emotions out. I just want you to smile each and every end of the day before  you sleep.

  You said, I had amnesia. Seriously, I’ve tried my best to remember that I had amnesia. But, I can’t recall myself bout the amnesia you said. 

  Right now, I’m sick. I don’t know what is wrong with me. It was hell without you being here with me. I understand. I didn’t put my hope high for you to talk to me all the time. I understand what’s the meaning of being far away from you. But I really hope you could understand how much I feel when someone replied my text with just a “yeap” when I really need them. By the time you read this, I don’t think I’m here.

  Tonight, I really imagine that you’re by my side. Even if I can’t hold you, your voice and your words is what I really need right now. But your time is precious. I’m afraid of taking it away.

With love, this is my anthem.

Shamer Zarfique.