Afrah Shafquat's Blog

And I miss you.

I miss the person who I look like.

I miss the person who I sound like.

I miss the person whose eyes are like mine.

I miss the person who used to talk like me.

I miss the person who used to get angry like me.

I miss the person who loved like me.

I miss the person who got sad like me.

I miss you. 

And no matter, how many of your things I hold on to,…no matter how many times I repeat your face in my head, I still miss you. And I will keep missing you, till the moment we are together again.

Nani, my sweetest Nani jaan, I miss you.

Yours is the place that no one can ever fill. And it will remain. Forever