The midnight conversation

"can i call you?"
"yup, call me in 5 mins, i am replying his emo msg..."

I call in 10 min.

"give me a min" and you went on typing on ya phone.

I waited.

"I mean i love him and i have done everything i could within my means. Sometimes when you have done your best and you still get this kind of response, it is like a slap in ya face. I really dunno what to do le. I can't feel my own emotions."

I held my breath as my heart cringes. I would have let out a groan of pain if i werent on the phone.

Suddenly, i feel like i should have done more. For her.

I should have given her more, no less. Sms her first thing in the morning. Be less stingy with hugs and kisses.

But i was so consumed in this, i neglected every of it and more. And i let it continue...


And it is not a good thing to see you in misery. When you only have one heart, how is it possible to divide it among all. Maybe the only way is to return my share (if it even was righfully mine), however tiny or large it maybe, to its rightful owner.

To stop ya bleeding. To stop his. To stop hers.