I looked at the calendar long and hard to find some math to it, but as always all I found was love.
About this precise time and date, seven months back, you told me you loved me when I felt nobody did; or could. I never asked you why. I probably should have, in retrospect.
Today I give it back. Because today I know your definition of love that I trusted so blindly is more screwed up than mine.
I came to you just to learn a lesson I learnt long back, once more. I wasn't made of stone though I should have been. I hadn't died inside despite all reason to. I know now why I didn't. You had to be the one to kill me. But,
Nothing has killed me yet. Not even you. Doesn't mean I've lost faith in your ability to. I'm sure you'll succeed eventually. (Quote: someone?)
But not tonight. The count stands at three because four is our number. And you can't take it away from me. Not yet.
I stood in the rain, and that was the only thing that wet me. And I read all you wrote, that's all what burnt me. So, I listened to your voice, which is what healed me.
And in my head, you said what you'd said all those days back, but this time I said it back. And we meant it. Like never before.
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