by Co-founder Naureen Ahmed
I saw you today.
You were standing in your bedroom by the window. I saw your face—the curve of your lips, the turn of your nose, the soft pores of your cheeks. You were quiet while I soaked you in. So beautiful. Just the way I remember. Your soft hands, I can almost feel them.
I moved in front of you and stared into your eyes. Those vacant eyes of yours. And then I spoke…
You irritated me. All you did was talk about the past, like a broken record. The whole world moved on, but you. Life passed you by, and you hardly even noticed.
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