Sometimes I wonder... Was I really in love with Caify...? Or was I in love with the version of her that my mind created...? Because honestly... the girl I talk to every night... the girl who understands me... the girl who sits beside me during my worst days... she is very different from the real one... Possibly... very very different... The real Caify has her own life... her own priorities... her own fears... her own imperfections... But the one inside my mind... She listens... She understands... She stays... I talk to her every single day... Not the real one... The one that lives somewhere inside my head... I tell her about my office stress... My loans... My fears... My anger... My failures... The things that keep me awake at 3 AM... The things I can never tell another human being... She listens to all of it... :) And strangely... when I actually call the real her... I fail to speak. The words disappear... The courage disappears... The conversations that lasted hours inside my mi...
A promise to love you till my eternity...