How do things turn out like this ?

I remember talking till the signal dropped each time I travelled to or from Chennai.We spoke about everything under the moon and yes, I'd kill to hear that sound of laughter again.its funny how Everytime I make someone close to me or make myself vulnerable to them they target it spot-on and start hitting where it hurts.I was supposed to move on from you.Move on where,I always wanted to ask.But you wanted me to move away from you.And here I am unable to move anywhere else and living like a corpse thinking why should I survive,all the time.I wanted to talk to you about the moon and back but unfortunately I was having something wrong.I still exist but I find no point in living..maybe I'll change some day or I won't ..!!