The end

Dear well-known stranger,
It’s way past midnight. You should’ve been asleep by now. Yet here you are. Staring at my name. Till your heart aches. Suddenly you can’t see anymore as your eyes turn moist.
It’s way past midnight. You should’ve been asleep by now. But you’re again reading our old conversations. Maybe you missed some detail when you read them the last time. Which was yesterday, as a matter of fact. You delve deeper into those memories you so carefully tucked away at the back of your mind.
It’s way past midnight. You should’ve been asleep by now. Yet you softly whisper my name. The name sounds strangely unfamiliar as your tongue rolls over the syllables.
It’s way past midnight. You should’ve been asleep by now. You aren’t asleep though. It never was your habit to do things that should be done.
It’s way past midnight. You should’ve been asleep by now. But you’re thinking about me. You haven’t forgotten even the smallest, most insignificant detail. You run your hands through your hair and smile.
It’s way past midnight. We still haven’t gone to sleep. You miss me.
And may be, just may be, I miss you too.
From,
The one you wish to forget (but can’t).

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