By Muskaan Jhorad
Every time he crosses my mind,
I play the whole tale at rewind.
From the very first “Hey”,
To the day when I begged him to stay;
From never being able to shut up in his presence,
To the unending silence;
From the tons of laughter,
To the day we never met after;
To the day I cried my heart out,
And he still left me in doubt;
That being the end of the tale,
I saw another story fail.