Every Night.

         At Am's when you just completed watching episodes of your favourite soap and you realise you're back into the real world again. Where there is nobody who would hold your arms and give a tight hug ask you to cuddle and close eyes until you start dreaming.
         Unwillingly you get up move towards your bed hugging that one pillow that was your only listener when you cried about your heartbreak and the only witness of your blush when it all started initially.

You realise that you're lonely outside and inside. You remember that one person who would listen to your whats and hows of the day but that person isn't there anymore in your life.

         
That person has left.
        
         And then you take your phone dial his number and erase it. You again give a second thought about calling him but you can't. With a suppressed feeling you lie down to cover up the bed sheet and you soak up some darkness.
         You feel good in darkness.
         You feel safe. Like home. And you again think about how at this very moment you had something extremely special and that you haven't got it anymore and that you can't change it anyway.
Breathing some warm airs you keep flashbacking those memories of fairytale that you lived and tears come down from the side of your eye not stopping you from dreaming about him being near you to kiss your eyes and lick those tears away.
         But that ain't happening.
Because this is the story of every night dear. Every goddamn night.