I hate her but I hate myself too. Ai thi to kehti thi k muj me kher he or tb, shayd islye kehti thi q k i flat out refused about the possibility of any relationship. Ye lgi rhi. 3 aek mheene roz msg roz call. Sb nice cheezen. Phir mene reciprocate kr dya to bs, I have been in hell.
In all honesty, mere sath time guzarna koi asan kam ni he. Or phir b isne 3 sal dye. Pehli internship se le k is new job tk mere sath rhi. Jitna mil skti thi mili. Lekin allah vali thi. Allah se dr gyi. Is kahani me apna rqeeb apna khuda nikla! Kehti thi Allah k lye tumhe chor rhi hun! Wtf, I literally asked how many times k let’s get marries, let’s involve families, I even told my mom and dad but hr bar you had some excuse! Or ab!
Ab btao, ye to nainsaafi he. Vo to bnane wala he, sare chor switch Allah g ko pta hen. Hmara kya muqabla unse, koi chance hi ni he. L. Fuck it. I hate her and I hate the fact that I still miss her. That I want her to text me. That I still talk to her when I am alone and that … is ki vja se meri zindagi p tangible asr pr rha he. What the hell yar, I should not have said yes!
Fuck it. Bye.
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