The Missing Piece

The Missing Piece

If you keep playing with fire, one day you’ll catch fire.

I am tired. But I play on. I don’t know where we stand right now. You seems to be just a stone throw away. Yet this thick fog around us doesn’t seem to disappear anytime soon. And I only have one more stone left to throw. Our stone of friendship. One miss, and that will be the end of everything. Do I treasure it, or place bet on it? I don’t know.

But one thing I know for sure is the fact that I miss you so badly tonight. And the more painful thing about that is, I have no way of telling you.


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