Healed ❤️
Sequin-silver stars like the scattered embers of a dying fire winked down at me, illuminating the atramentous curtain of sky. The cold onshore breeze blew right through my sweater and I hugged myself and embraced the warmth in that cold night. Nighttime is always my favorite. Its when the scorching heat surrender to the onshore breeze and I could sit with my head tilt towards the sky, observing the constellations and the patina of the moon. I love this part of the night when I am on my balcony with my favorite song played on the background and spending some alone time. I scroll through my old messages. And Suddenly, My finger pause in his last message. " Its over " I still remember that night when he wrote me that. Left me in that darkness. I remember how vulnerable and debilitated I felt that night. The night he left, My heart sank into ocean of pain with that word. It felt like he cleaved me with hundreds of sharp knife and ripped into my heart