Written by Nandini Sethi
The sound of rain against my window,
The taste of homemade pickles on my tongue,
The sweet lies of nothingness you promised me,
They give me hope at the end of a long day.
I love the flowers that you sent me,
The first bite of brownies you made me,
The love letters that you wrote to me,
The ones that broke my heart.
I knew they were destined to find my address,
But the words were meant for someone else,
I still read them out loud,
Wondering what it felt like being her.
Who am I to fall in love?
Who am I to stop someone from finding their fate?
Even if it were at the cost of my happiness,
I let it happen.
Silly labels, rushed relationships,
Are they worth losing friendships over?
Will I ever be okay with my best friend,
Dating my husband behind my back?
