Off late, I’ve just been scrolling through your Instagram pictures without reading the caption. I like to keep myself unaware of how you’re feeling these days.

Scrolling those pictures, there’s still an uncertainty in my mind. Maybe, just maybe, you’re faking those smiles, that laughter and that happiness. Maybe you’re trying to show the world how happy you’re, when inside, you’re feeling something else.

The maybes and the whatifs keep me alive.

Uncertainty is certainly good sometimes.