"Promise me that we'll have many more meals like this," I turned to see him looking at me, bowl of rice in his hands, stopped in motion.
I couldn't speak; not coz of what he said, but coz I was trying too hard not to bawl my eyes out in public.
I had to turn away; my eyes were brimming dangerously.
"Of coz. Of coz we will," I managed a small smile.
I wanted to hug you and never let go. Hold your hand and wipe your tears till you feel better. Make you laugh with my silly antics.
Laugh with you. Cry with you. Get inside the wardrobe with you, and never step out of it.
But I can't.
We can't.
