Something has been waiting for you
for you ♡
Mugri
a letter · unopened

I made you something. Open it whenever you feel like it.

Mugri
00:00:00together
A page for Aiza · from the one still waiting

{{NN}},|I am soo|sholly.

I did stupid things and I hurt you. I am not going to make it smaller than it was. I just needed you to see this first, before anything else on this page.

Calls that never ended: all of them Together:
us — on repeat
scroll
keep scrolling
Things I never forgot

I paid attention.
I promise I did.

Unsent · drafted many times

What I'd say
if you were here.

I love you
love you more
I still do. Every day.
— still here, still yours
Tumhare liye likha

Some things only work
in Urdu.

تیرے جانے کے بعد میں ہنسنا بھول گیاخوشی کس چیز کا نام تھا، میں بھول گیا

Tere jaane ke baad main hansna bhool gaya,Khushi kis cheez ka naam tha, main bhool gaya.

جب سے تم گئیں میرے شہر سےیہ شہر کیا، میں اپنا گھر بھی بھول گیا

Jab se tum gayi mere shehar se,Ye shehar kya, main apna ghar bhi bhool gaya.

ہر کمرہ خالی ہے، ہر آواز خالیتیری ہنسی کے بعد میں سُر بھی بھول گیا

Har kamra khaali hai, har awaaz khaali,Teri hansi ke baad main sur bhi bhool gaya.

غلطی میری تھی، مانتا ہوں میری جانتجھے سنبھالنا تھا، اور میں بھول گیا

Galti meri thi, maanta hoon meri jaan,Tujhe sambhaalna tha, aur main bhool gaya.

سوری نا میری جان، بس واپس آ جاؤمیں سب کچھ بھول گیا، تجھے نہیں بھولا

Sorry na meri jaan, bas wapas aa jao,Main sab kuch bhool gaya — tujhe nahi bhoola.

One last thing

You wrote a book
for this person.

He is still here. But he is fading. He does not laugh the same. He reads your pages at night and misses the girl who wrote them.

Please don't let him turn into someone you used to know.

One message. That is all.

Made by hand, for Aiza · the line stays open