Malencholy

I think I knew somewhere deep down inside that I won't be going back any time soon when I packed my bags in a hurry and left a place and some people that I had grown to love so so much, that day.

I guess it was that dread that pushed me to go back to him one last time, to talk or maybe to hold hands...one last time. 

I am glad I could hug and give a farewell kiss to my little brother and my best friends before leaving. 

Weeks have become months, but still we end every conversation with "see you soon". In the middle of chaos and hopelessness, everyone has found a little ray of hope to hold on to. I am glad we are still making plans, adding more things to our bucket list- more places to go to, more midnight walks, more football games, more movie nights. I am glad we still know each other, still send random memes even if we don't text. I am glad we have got each other's backs and have kept hope and excitement alive even though this separation is going on and on like a Star Plus serial.