Time has changed

Years and years ago

I‘d take one more round just before I reach home. Our talks just wouldn’t end. There was so much to talk. Unending talks & intense desire to be with each other.. some more time. How important it was to spend 2more mins with you.


You called me to tell me I was a bitch. You sent me a video that shook me yet another time. I yelled. I screamed until my lungs weakened and I drove.

I skipped my road to the office. Took the highway, knew it’d take long. I didn’t mind. I turned on my music. Full volume. Put my favourite song and sang along.

I wish I had banged into the truck that didn’t let me speed.

Next moment

You are blocked.

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