“He looks happy and handsome. Check his profile pic.” It whispered.
“I have moved on.” I resisted.
“Don’t lie. You know you miss him, even after so many years.” It resisted back.
“I am not lying. I have my own life now. So, just shut up!”
“But what about all those yearnings and waiting for his message and call?”
“That was long time back. Moreover, I learnt to be practical.”
“Okay, you win. You have moved on.” It finally stepped back.
“Told you.” I retorted.
She closed her eyes to hide tears. Pillow witnessed wet corner and she kept pretending to sleep.
Strange how one can lie even to oneself, to find solace.
