A goodbye that will last forever.

This is fiction. 

He left. Without saying anything, he left. He bid goodbye. Never explained. I had a trillion doubts, there were a million questions waiting to be answered and thousands of things waiting to be explained. He couldn't fight it. So you know what he did? HE LEFT.

He was weak, but guess what? I was weaker. I let the tears flow, I let the kohl smudge. I let the eeriness in my eyes remain intact. I was emotionally, spiritually and mentally hurt. Broken, almost. I just sat there hugging my legs as if they would leave my body and run away. I let the memories come back to me, one by one. Each day. For weeks, and months together. I missed us. I missed...

..How whenever I talked to you, you made me laugh. How whenever I was low, you'd talk in a funny accent and make me smile. How whenever I'd rant about how hard my coach made me train, you would totally get it. How we could have an educated conversation on sports. How both of us slept at 9pm, and the other one would totally understand, because, well, we both were athletes. How whenever I called you, you answered, always. How you made me feel so secure and protected. How we could be in different states and we'd still talk. How when either of us lost a match, the other one wouldn't sugar coat anything for us, we'd say what we had to bluntly. How whenever I was on my period, you'd know, magically, almost. How you always knew what to say, and when to say. How we were so alike. How you were so patient with me. How we were so frank and honest with each other. How we shared our love for food, sports and fashion. How we could discuss shopping and you never got bored. How I would ask you for advice. How I slowly began to love you. How I slowly started to think we had a connection. How I started getting butterflies in my tummy whenever I spoke to you. How I loved each and every molecule of your body. And, how you slowly began to care about me, and look out for me. How for once I thought we were going to last forever....

Then, one night, we argued. It was over such a petty thing. Next morning, no call. No text. I thought we'd be okay. I really really really wished and prayed. 

I apologized. SO MANY TIMES. 

You said it was okay. 

But it never was, was it? And then, you left.

You never came back. Damn it, you never even looked back. 

But you know what sucks?

I still miss you. I still love you. 

And there is a chance that maybe, I always will.