DAY 393:

For months, I was evading Vicky's attempts to take me to his cricket practise and he finally got what he wanted today.

If only, I could tell him how much it hurts sitting there and watching him play; how much his defense stance reminds me of someone else.

They say time heals everything.

That's a lie. It doesn't. Some things can never be healed or forgotten.

It won't matter if you live 3000 meters away or 3000 kilometers, the person you try to forget is never far away.

It wasn't until Vicky wanted to have an ice cream did I lose my control and mumbled out pointless excuses making a fool out of myself.