My life in words
How long is too long?
When lovers become strangers?
When words are taken over by silence?
When time just keep going on?
When nothing changes?
When your smile isnt mine?
How long is too long?
Because I dont know it,
But I know it hurts
I am not sure that anybody still reads this blog, but if you happen to stumble upon this page, I thank you for reading. I haven’t been writing for awhile now. A lot has happened, a lot of changes. But one thing remains the same> One guy has constantly been in my life for the past 4 years, no matter where I go and what I do. This post is dedicated to him.
I knew you on a webpage
That we both prefer not to tell
But what started from one message
Progresses and then we both fell
The first year goes all too quickly
We both loved so madly
Everyday we talk on skype
We laugh we joked and then two years came
Despite all the hype
We remained the same
The third year was a bit rough
We broke it off quite a few
It didnt last long because it is tough
To be without me and you
And now its 4 years later from when we started
Who would have guessed that we have made it
Next year will be the very first time we meet
After 4 years of patience, I say, ITS ABOUT TIME!
Anwar Siddiqi, this is for you.
For all the tears, the laughter, the anger, the frustrations, I must say, I am deeply and truly in love with you!
I tried to find in me
A way to just accept
But a lie is just too hard to swallow
You promised.
But broken.
The facade of strong isnt so hard to do
Everybody kept thinking “she is fine”
But no body knew
How do you forgive someone you trust
And used to care so much
When deep within you
You hurt.
No cure.
But time.
No more bestfriend
No more smiling when alone
Just tears
tears
and more tears
Just be strong, this has happened before, it will only get better. InsyaAllah
One day, a girl found this beautiful big orange balloon. She held on to the string and carried the balloon everywhere she went, She always wanted to touch the balloon but was afraid that she might burst it. So she patiently waited, for the balloon to fly a bit lower, always holding on to that tiny string, no matter what she does. She believed that one day, she would be able to touch the balloon somehow.
But time passed on, and she felt tired of holding on to the tiny string. No matter how badly she wanted to hold on the balloon, she figured its time. She had to let it go and fly away. If it was meant for her, somehow she will find the balloon again. Maybe, just maybe
Turning 24 was saddening,
I wished it never happened
“I don’t miss him, I miss who I thought he was”
I will be a teacher soon!
In the place I grew up in!
Quite excited! yes!
Celebrating
2 years
=24 months
=728 days
=17472 hours
=1048320 minutes
=62899200 seconds
of you in my life 😀
Previous experience wasnt so nice, lets try to make this one, much more memorable?
December 4, 2013
Hana
A new beginning 