Indeed, this feeling is something really strange to me. Something I've not felt before. Something so foreign that I just can't seem to comprehend, no matter how hard I try. Maybe I should just stop trying to, since it isn't suppose to matter anymore.
It seemed just like yesterday when reality had torn my beautiful nightmare apart, that I was left to break down and cry while He was on the other end of the phone line. It seemed just like yesterday when He was sitting beside me, telling the innocent and naive me that I should just "get out, move on, and never look back." It seemed just like yesterday when I felt so vulnerable, that I had shed painful tears down my cheeks in front of Him. And it seemed just like yesterday when I thought that He would be someone so significant, that I almost end up shattering myself yet again to pieces.
But that was slightly over 2 years ago.
It was a few days back when our paths crossed again at the junction near our homes. And as much as I didn't want to, I somehow didn't know why I had decided to flash those highlights in hopes that He would notice that I was just in front of Him. Sadly, He only waved like any other driver along the road that would, when a nice person simply decides to adhere to road rules and not stop in the middle of the yellow box so that others could cross. Guess He either didn't realize it was me, or simply choose to not acknowledge like I do. As much as I wished that He would at least recognize, I should be rather thankful He didn't. Because it was my choice in the first place to literally walk out of it.
But it is today I'm left speechless, with only a little tinge of familiar emotions, as I learn that He had got married over the weekend. I suddenly felt that I've nothing else but only wishes of well for them both.
