Remember me?

Hey there! Remember me?
I am the one with whom you used to talk everyday!
Our topics were so wild that if any regular person heard us, they would have recommended us a psychiatrist or would have called the police.
I still remember once your dad called you five times during one of our calls and found you busy.
The call back was more like a Vietnam flashback, and you rung me up again to cry your heart out.
And then you posted on the social media: “No one understands me..”

Hey there! Remember me?
I am the one with whom you used to talk everyday, but one day you stopped.
I still don’t know exactly what happened, but one day you didn’t pick up.
Although you smiled at me in class, which made my day, but your lips didn’t call me out.
They remained shut, just like your thumbs stopped opening my chat.
I don’t know who became your heart bank for all the complaints about your friends who taunted you for preferring marvel movies over romantic drama.
For all the times when you wanted to cry and go home, and my name was the first your tear rubbed thumbs clicked on in reflex.
I kept searching for those answers, when you posted that photo one day.

Hey there! Remember me?
I am the one who was your most preferred photographer, wherever you went.
I clicked in fifties, and you selected that one photo which would be perfect for your Instagram story.
Did I complain? Never.
I even clicked that photo of you with that rich guy who threw a party just because he didn’t fail in any subjects!
But I found that photo, days later, on my newsfeed along with other selfies of you and him in a sophisticated restaurant, and photos of food, with the caption:
“Only this idiot understands me. ”

Hey there! Remember me?
I am your ex-heart bank, your ex-photographer with whom you used to talk everyday, but one day you stopped.
Of course I am not fine, but at least you’re happy for now, that’s fine by me.
But I’m afraid of the day,
When your dad will scold you again,
When you’ll miss home and wipe the tears off the screen.
When another marvel movie will be out in theaters.
Maybe you’ll call me, maybe you won’t.
But if you do, my fingers will hesitate to click on the green button for the first time.
Because maybe I didn’t understand you,
But you didn’t even try to understand me ever.
And guess what,
I won’t post a status on this.
I never did.
Remember?