Writings - Unknown

Hey sista.. I used to have a wish. A wish that grew with time. A wish that grew up with me. I allowed it to grow. I thought it was not that bad. Not much to ask for. Or so I thought. I just wished for an elder sibling. Someone whom I will fight with. Whom I will approach for things. Who will be with me in bad days. I wanted to share my good news, My crush and embarrassments, Little secrets and silly banters. I wished for an elder sister - not too old, just around my age.  I wished for you, sista. I looked for you in people - maybe not enough.  But in the end, I couldn’t find you. Nowhere. I could not spend time with you. I could not share things with you. Maybe that’s what life is. Wishes are not always granted. Maybe it’s time to let of you. Not that I am complaining. I just want you to be a good memory. The idea of you - maybe it’s time I accepted that it’s just an idea. The idea of my first love. I will hold you dear in my memories. In these words. Is this sad? Yes. But tha...

 I wasn’t there, But I heard. And since then,  my heart’s been quiet,  like a temple after the lights go out. They say the crowd ran. They say no one stayed. And you - just sixteen -  waited for help  that never came. I imagine your eyes,  looking not for God,  but for someone  human. Someone brave. Someone kind. Someone who didn’t  think twice. But no one did. And I am sorry. Sorry that the world we built  loved its gods  more than its girls. Sorry that your last prayer  wasn’t heard  by the ones who should have. I’m sorry, little one,  that no one chose you.  But I do. I choose to remember. And to grieve. And to ask why  we didn’t ry. P.S. Thanks to ChatGPT