And they can’t understand, what hurts more— Missing the other person, or pretending not to.

— Khadija Rupa

But if ever I try to mend, some other bodies would instantly break, would instantly be fragments.

— Khadija Rupa

But I hope you don’t feel the hurt as much as I did. You are too weak and fragile to stand that ache. Remember, you always will be.

— Khadija Rupa

But my world fell apart, and all they could do, the whole universe, was to silently move on.

— Khadija Rupa

Do you ever wonder, do you, why I loved you for such a long time, and still didn’t really know you?

— Khadija Rupa

Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be damaged? Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be weak in some places?

— Khadija Rupa

From all my dreams where you felt everlasting to all my clothes your words used to wear, to the old end, to the new beginning, you have lost me everywhere.

— Khadija Rupa

How could she be someone’s mistake?

— Khadija Rupa

I didn’t want a story—a beginning. Not anymore. I have long ago stopped walking on a road where my dreams walk around. I change my destination a hundred times if I ever see an old wish of mine standing there in its real form. Furthermore, I don’t know them. Furthermore, I don’t want to. They, too, must not know me. They, too, must not recognize me as their owner.

— Khadija Rupa

I feel the pain—everywhere.

— Khadija Rupa