How a week changes one life. Two days of pure happiness followed by bottomless grief. She sms me with hopes of reconciliation. A weak me responded to her request for a meeting and my poor heart gave in after she answered correctly how to a mature and honest exchange in a conflict.
A few days of peace erupts to my anger and hurt that she could back out at last minute on a promise. Why can't she not honestly tell me the true reason instead giving a lame reason? A storm of hurting words (from her) slammed into me on a Wed night.
Finally, I decided that it must stop here, it is too much for me to bear, I can never accept someone who will dig out the past to justify and support a quarrel. So I said good bye on Fri night.
Sat night saw me walking in the underpass leading to Orchard MRT; I saw her walking together with Peter. Peter saw me and cowardly move further away from her with a frighten and unsure look on his face.
I continue walking till I am almost face to face to her, its then she noticed me. I hope she will remember my accusatory eyes as I walk on and waved good bye.
She told previously Sat night was a girl friend outing. Fast and connecting thoughts came together in my mind, how in the past she could not easier tell me beforehand where she meeting her girlfriends and sometimes why it ended late. These could be lot of if but since it is already over, it is a waste of time and effort to think more into it. The worst conclusion is she previously choose an outing with Peter over me.
So my heart heals slightly faster and easier now. Time to move on and ignore her sms.
Someone - Rembrandts
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