Nihal Khan

at least that’s what I told myself Like I was some rare poetry You learned all my soft spots, every fear I tried to hide, then used them like weapons the moment I needed you to decide. that felt like sunlight in my chest, that convinced me I was blessed. which version of you I’d get— the one who called me “forever,” or the one who’d slowly forget. was the first truth I spoke. not as proof that you cared, of how much I dared. and even if you were temporary, my love was never a game.

Characteristic anatomy of patients with successful BAE and patients requiring EUS-guided interventions.