The last meal I had with you was three weeks ago. and we shared my choice of ice horlics. you dont like it when i bite my straw. we didnt talk (much). we watched your favourite game and sat in silence, more than half the time.
and today, about an hour ago, you greeted me sobbing away over on the line. then, i heard your voice. it still gives me butterflies just like before. too many things to digest. and half the time i was trying to figure out what you were saying. my heart totally sank.
Life as an officer's indeed tough :/
Better days ahead. InsyaAllah.
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