it was sometime in april
a monday morning.
the monday before the exams.
we met for breakfast
just at the coffeeshop downstairs.
the lady gave me my wrong order
i was super pissed
threw and slammed my plate on the table
and cried.
he looked stunned
but he didnt move
when we walked, he walked ahead. he didnt hold my hand.
i knew the feelings died.
hee its now easier to see how he feels now. and easier for me to see how he felt then
so ohwells. i dont blame him anymore. just wished he could give me the space i tried so hard to give him at that time. besides, he was the one who first asked for space
its easy to move on without him. and easy to be happy.
but i just dont know if its the right thing to do.
because everything i choose to do
seem to be wrong
seem to be frowned upon
but to Cpal
thanksforbeingthere.andforthesupportnomatterhowichoosetodealwiththematter,
but do chide me when the need arises.
thats how we all learn, aint it.
tis a nice rainy monday :)