It's been quite sometime and I guess this is how the realization dawns, "a little too late" like she always said.
I needed her words, her unapologetic loud thoughts and how they instantly heal the raw wounds. I was guilty and ashamed and sorry but more than that, I was desperate...for her.
I left her without a reason and when she left I lost my reasoning. I needed her.
So I pick up my phone and dial her number, my palms sweaty. My heart's in my throat and suddenly I can't remember how to breathe.
After a couple of rings, there's dead silence at the other end. I open my mouth in an attempt to say something when, "Wrong number.", says a familiar voice but the crack in her voice says otherwise.
-Bushra Shaikh
I needed her words, her unapologetic loud thoughts and how they instantly heal the raw wounds. I was guilty and ashamed and sorry but more than that, I was desperate...for her.
I left her without a reason and when she left I lost my reasoning. I needed her.
So I pick up my phone and dial her number, my palms sweaty. My heart's in my throat and suddenly I can't remember how to breathe.
After a couple of rings, there's dead silence at the other end. I open my mouth in an attempt to say something when, "Wrong number.", says a familiar voice but the crack in her voice says otherwise.
-Bushra Shaikh
