Ela
Mini left without a backward glance, leaving me in the rubble of our lives.
She didn’t come back even though I stood there, silently screaming her name over and over for her to find me.
Every inch of me begged to run behind her, to slam her against my chest, and protect her from all the pain I had caused her, knowing or unknowingly. But I couldn't do it. I stood rooted to the ground watching her walk away from me, probably forever. What pained me, even more, was her confession that she loves me but is now willing to forget me and move on.
I had loved her as a baby, as a young girl and I still do. In my heart's deepest corner, I would always be hers, but I couldn't be what she wanted me to be even if I wanted to. Her brother, her parents, our society and nobody in this damn world
