How long has it been since I last sat at the window seat of a bus… The cold lonely corner… By my side is no longer her hand intertwining mine, no longer is her hair flowing down my shoulders, no longer will I be able to smell her scent and feel her warmth… All that I can lean upon is the cold hard plastic and glass beside me…

Wandering around like a lost soul, I have lost interest in everything… I no longer want to eat anything, no longer want to do anything, I could even not sleep and yet won’t feel tired… Is this what they called lovesick? Friends came to my aid, to fill the void in me, my family members tried to distract me. But the truth lies bare in my room, this vacant room… She will no longer be back, even if she does, it will never be the same again…

Everything just came so fast, so swift. Before I could even say goodbye and put a closure to everything, she has already started a new… Time is the antidote now, but also the very poison that is killing me…

It’s been so long since I wrote again… Wrote in this place of sorrow… This section of the World Wide Web where all my sadness congregates… My notion of paradoxes, all sealed in this place…