About a year ago, I ever wondered how I would or should react when this day comes. I thought I might be happy, I thought I might gloat over it. A year later, the day has come. I didn't feel happy about it. Neither did I feel sad. There was almost not a slight tinge of change to the mood scale. All the lies (I'm not sure if there were really any), heartaches, fear suddenly vanished into thin air. The position he occupies never once changed, but still, I don't know what it's like anymore. I very much want to remember but I do not remember. What's left is what I cannot hold on to.
I just want to stick to the resolution which I have set for myself for the year, and I think I ought to continue under all circumstances, including this.
Be a better friend.
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