You, dispatched from your post and serving as a 12 hour shift MO in a COVID positive ward. When you first told me that, my heart sunk a bit. And I told you flippantly to take good care of yourself. When in actual I wanted to cry. I was there still tired and in MC while most of my beloved closest friends are serving in the COVID team.
So I texted you.
"H***** take care"
Just that. No expectations. We both know how we felt. Though mine, probably evolving towards acceptance of a forever platonic one. I wish I'm married so that I can let go of you.
You replied "inshAllah".
I don't want anything. I told you how I felt and what I wanted was for you to be happy. This time, I just want you safe and not sick. Please don't get sick, you live alone. It sucks. So please don't get sick.
This doesn't hurt anymore. But maybe I'm just pretending.
