Has craving to hear a 'Take care of yourself' than an 'I love you' got anything to do with growing old?
I think so.
When I sit alone for dinner and my spoon plays with cold noodles, I wish- just a little, that you appear out of thin air and scold me for being such a mess.
I remember your words,
'Nothing can make me hate you. Nothing.'
On a blank page, I make a list of probable 'Nothing's.
When the page gets filled, I crumple it up and throw away.
I can't take that risk. Not with you.
So I decide to lie to you.
Because I need you when no one cares.
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