I read it yesterday and ever since then I've been trying to come up with words that would do justice to appreciate this write-up.
I had felt something when I read it. I didn't know what at that time. Happens a lot of time with me. I have figured it out a bit now. Although I am not sure if it makes sense.
This write-up wasn't written in the first person, but it was personal. Extremely personal. Personal to the point that I felt I was invading someone's privacy. Like I had read someone's personal journal which I wasn't supposed to. This has been going on in my mind since yesterday. I think the individual who said we shouldn't read other person's journal because that is invading someone's privacy was lying. I am pretty sure he had read someone's personal diary. And when he had read it, it had scared the shit out of him. Being aware of the pain the other person is in, is a scary thing.
When I read this line- The night she could no longer bring his scent to mind,
This sentence terrified me. I imagined her pain and I wanted to unread this whole thing. I can not think of a better compliment for you.
Terrific writing, Nidhi! 👏