On writing our names
Maybe you didn't know…maybe you still don't. The moment you said your name to me, I decided to keep it as my own and cherish it more than anything I had ever loved. Your name, your smile, your eyes and all the little things about you - I took it all in, soaked it all in, under my skin. And there is your smile etched perfectly in my heart like a mark of a vein running somewhere inside me, like a scar similar to the ones that line my wrists; but only with a different essence altogether. You also took my name. Almost promised to protect it, protect me from all the wrong and hurtful things out in the world. You hinted a sign - a sign that you were worth it and that is exactly why I let you in. And yet, here you are writing my name at the shore, watching as the waves take away pieces of me - one at a time, bit by bit. Maybe, you took it for granted. Maybe, you took me for granted. Well, I am everything, but that. You are probably thinking I have dr...