A letter from Apr 14, 2025

Dear Houria, A poem written by you<3 *ARE YOU STILL THERE?* You say you don’t want me to leave— but never once do you ask me to stay. You say you want me near, yet days pass, and your silence is all I hear. I wait— hoping you’ll text, say you need me, say you miss me, say you want me there, doing nothing, just breathing beside you. I wait for the night you'll whisper, “Stay... I want to fall asleep just watching you.” The baby I thought you were with me— gentle, soft, the one who craved my warmest cuddles— is now gone. What happened to the boy who once melted in my arms, who begged for the comfort of my touch, for the warmth of my quiet love? What happened to that warmth? To the way you used to hold me like I was home? I miss you, deeply. But maybe… maybe you're not mine to miss. So I let you go. Truly this time. Yet still— I hope. I hope you'll come back, eyes heavy with longing, saying you miss me, saying you can’t make it through a single day without me. I let you go, praying that maybe, just maybe, you’ll send one message: “Tumhare bina mera din nahi guzar raha.” But still— you don’t ask. You don’t ask me why I still wear the bracelet you gave me— why it’s stayed on my wrist even though I said I’ve let you go. You don’t ask why I never take it off, like I’m still holding on to something you’ve already let slip. And maybe that’s what hurts the most— not the silence, but the questions you never cared enough to ask.