Scribbles

I am going.
I won’t see you now.
We are not meant to be.
It is not going to happen.
Not possible.
No. Nada. Nah. Never. Ever.

Don’t tell me things I already know.
Tell me how beautiful I look with those brown eyes.
Tell me what tickles your fantasy.
Tell me your childhood stories.
Tell me a song you like.
Tell me you will miss me.
Tell me to smile.