Author Archives: nestacity

Sometimes, I find myself silently praying I could turn back the days when it was still me whom you loved the most. And also sometimes, I found myself laughing in between these tears and tight chest — questioning why I am still holding on to a memory that should better be forgotten. I don’t knowContinue reading “Down the memory lane”

Does that make me bad? When I just woke up to reality and realized I should stop forcing my heart to feel the things that have already gone a long time ago? Does that make me bad when I finally decided to listen to myself and live life in my own terms?Am I a badContinue reading “Prioritising me”

If I should ever leave you whom I love, to go along silent way, grieve not nor talk to me with tears. But laugh and talk of me, as if I was beside you there

“SORRY”—Sorry for the lossof a love so true.Sorry for the life thatI should have spentwith you.Sorry for the dayswhen I could think,it could have been us,…sharing joy and laughter,…pains and sorrows.Sorry for the timesthat we could have spenttraveling the world,…discovering placesand things between us.Sorry for the chancesthat we had missedsaving you and mefor the sakeContinue reading “An Apology”

“It took me a while but I made it, ” He said as she stood next to him. The October wind reminded him about the past he tried to erase — the coldness, the silence, and the throbbing presence. It was as if she’s still the same woman from a year ago, the same womanContinue reading “Time to Read between the lines”

I thought that out of all the other people I met, you’ll turn to be the only person who knew me best. I thought the years we spent with each other through ups and downs were enough for you to know me well. You see, when I said I loved you before it meant IContinue reading “Read between the lines”

so many questions in my mind now….. trying to figure how all it all happened. its like a bad dream i cant wake from…. City was mine

“I came back. And I am here not because I want to ask you to put me back into your life. Today, I came back because I need to hear something from you, and I don’t want another stack of lies to save me from falling apart. Hurt me if you have to. Hurt meContinue reading “Read between the lines”

‘I got so used to loving you. Perhaps, I had been so over-confident that it will be us in the end. I mean, why shouldn’t I? We were happy over simple pleasures that life and chances could give. Sometimes it’s just me and you lying on the bed all day watching funny videos, or cookingContinue reading “Where you Left me”

i heard you got yourself a new love. A love that you picked up from a perfect novel you once read when you were sixteen, a love that was worth your narration and shout of pride. I heard his name spelled in complexity but you always love pronouncing difficult words, like anagrams playing its goddamnedContinue reading “Read between the lines”