Sweet Poison – Short Story of Broken Heart
Its 5:37 in the morning. Can’t sleep. Another restless night. Not a bright start to my day. Its been 37 days since the last time I heard her voice. 49 days since I saw her face,held her hand and kissed her cheeks. According to her calculations, I should’ve been doing well by now. Calculations can be wrong, specially when done by a girl. She’s doing pretty well I guess. Why not me? Why am I writing this? Questions I have no answer to. My first break-up. Its not that I was dying to achieve it and
