Time doesn’t heal the wound, it teaches you to live with it.
It’s been two years but, I still feel the same pain, agony, and the trauma. I don’t know how to express the the pain which i am holding since long. I miss you every now and then and, I am sure no one can replace you ever. At least not in this life.
Two years is a long time, if I had to count with the number of breathes not of yours but of the person whose shadow you are.
Trust me it’s not at easy to move ahead without having you by our side.
It is specially long when you realize the time between the inhalation and exhalation increases and follows with a slight sigh at the end of each exhalation over the thousand days that was there.
And it is specially difficult when the sign of life is only this chaotic breath.
It is far more difficult when you are left with the choice to give a peaceful end or a longer and a painful one.
And it is further difficult when the principle care giver has officially called it in
And you are left with the deep shallow stressful breathes
And you are left with a choice to let go free or just be a spectator of the shallow deep breathes that can never get back their rhythm.
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