Nights

Remember those winter nights, when you can't wait to get under your blanket? The

favourite one which is just a little long than ur size to cover you completely, is neither

too cold nor too warm. Under which you get all cozy and comfy, enjoying when every

bit of your uncovered skin brushes past the cool touch. When even its smell drifts you

to sweet dreams.

I feel your memories like that cozy cocoon. Warming me in my coldest nights. In my

coldest fights with myself.

It was different before. The way they haunted me even under the sun glowing.

Remembering your little lies, your brown eyes, the way your lips curve when you smile,

made me dig my nails deep into my skin. Eventually, the way they treated me morphed

into something calm, something cool and warm at the same time. Like a thunderstorm

changing into a little drizzle in seconds. Time didnt healed me though, it never does. It

replaced the intensity, the fierce summer afternoon glided into dusk, and finally

twilight.

Right now I'm at peace, with my little blanket and me.