Chronological Tea Talk

Dearest, I know it’s been ages since I last talked to you, but believe me when I say that I think about you every single waking and breathing moment. I won’t lie and tell you things are just the same as when you left, things have drastically changed. Some in a good way and some in the most horrendously aching ways ever. However, even though I won’t have the heart to spill out all the changes, but I feel the urgent need to talk to you, to consult you. I think talking about this would be stirring your rested soul, and I consider this to be one of the most disrespectful and imbecile things to do. However, since this letter won’t ever reach you, since I’m all alone in this, I’ll talk about it in hopes of seeing you one day. Perhaps then, I wouldn’t be as bitter about this as I am now. As previously mentioned, things have changed in an unrecognizable manner. We have a new addition to the family now: my cousin. You left when the previous cousin was months old. Now, a new b...

She lived in a shadow, a shadow that has haunted her soul and mind, but never her heart. She laughed in the presence of people and she seems to shrug what could hurt off appearing strong and unbreakable, when deep inside that laugh was never genuine, she never shrugged off what you told her, the truth is that it's killing her, stabbing every single emotion she could bear inside. She's a good actor, pretending everything is okay became one of her prominent daily routines that she couldn't just do without. Her eyes were a darker shade of brown that once shone and were beautifully vibrant and full of life and passion. But now? .... They're lifeless, screaming all the colours of pain, describing in detail how she was utterly suffering, how she was hurt so very deeply. Nobody could see that, and she didn't blame them, how could they when she concealed everything with her " happy-go-lucky " mask, and she really pulled that mask off perfectly th...