Aman Basra
I have thematic discussions with my inanimate monkey.
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Aman Basra
A Reminder That God Is Always Watching Out For You
What if we could switch the narrative? What if I told you, the possibility exists, the possibility that things can and will get better?
I Am Slowly Learning You Cannot Teach People To Love You
You cannot teach people to reciprocate the very kindness you share with the world. You cannot teach people to care when all they know is self-interest.
Choose To Recover, Choose To Heal
Allow yourself to drown in the hopeful possibility that you will get better.
I Did Not Want To Forget You, I Did Not Want To Forget Us
There is both sorrow for what no longer is and admiration for what was.
Not Everyone Gets Happily Ever After
I don’t need it to be the primary arc, I just need the possibility you know. The possibility exists for us both.
Choose Her Or Choose Me
Maybe you’ll die, knowing you haven’t just survived, but actually lived.
Trust That Your Struggles Are Blessings From God
I know your vitality will come back, I can sense its pending return.
I Just Want To Grow Old With You
I want to grow old with you and watch you grow more handsome as the years pass by.
This Is How You Love Someone With Social Anxiety
I know how you feel when we are about to enter a room. I can sense the dread as it overcomes you. I can see the way your footsteps want to cease and forcefully drag along.
Read This When You Feel Like Falling Apart
The only definition in being human is being subject to error. It is in our nature to be fallible.
The Uncertainty Of Growing Up
You aren’t just liable for yourself anymore and you don’t have the insurance of infinite time. The implications of your choices have more power now and you realize you aren’t as free as you thought you would be.
A Letter To The Lost 20 Something
You exist here, in this forgiving world of solace and it is here that you will appease your soul.
When He’s Drunk And He Calls You
He never learned though, he never learned or accepted your departure. He thinks he’s moved on when he’s sound and sober, but when he’s drunk, really drunk, he’s the victim of his own nostalgia.
This Is How I Miss You
I miss the incongruity you bring, the excitement that comes on city nights with you. I miss the shenanigans, the escapades, the youthful bliss.
Don’t Text Me: I Just Want To Hear Your Voice
I want the certainty of my phone ringing, that anticipation of another human voice. I want the urgency of finding my phone and hastily saying hello.
To The Boy That Left In The Morning
This is our game. It’s mutually understood, there are no repercussions.