The girl who used to dig the reasons for discussion with me, he used to talk about every stupid thing to me, was now sitting silently in my car like a programmed robot and staring out of the window.
She thinks I don't love her anymore but she doesn't know that except for her I never loved anyone.
Despite being surrounded by thousands of
people every moment, I was always surrounded by only her memories,
I was lonely even in a crowd.
I stopped the car in the parking area, she looked out and then silently get out of the car.
My left palm has been itching to hold her hand, but I have no right to hold her hand nor do I want to upset her by showing her that I still have all the rights over her.
After stepping into my home, she started looking at her surroundings, then she looked at
