The long lost feeling.
Just an hour ago, something took away my attention or should I say excitement or nervousness from the interview I'll be having on Sunday
After waiting for 4 years, something has changed.
I don't know what is he thinking now, or I should admit that I could never read his mind, though before this I thought I could, even without interaction in between.
Those were just my own guesses and prediction. Without any acknowledgement.
It was a long wait.
Even though he just made a click, a not-significant click, it just complicates my mind with literally hundred reasons.
I took it as a sign. An action that shows those pasts were over. He is no more afraid of me bothering him, perhaps I'm just an acquaintance to him. A person that he knows and knows him, nothing more than just name and simple updates of recent life.
I couldn't ask for more, and I wouldn't. Not like last time, with tons of regrets. I rather stay at my current place quietly, knowing that he is all fine and blissful. And I would feel the same just by seeing that happens.
I guess.
It's not about giving up now, is just that I couldn't deny that every time I see or hear something about it, my heart flutters a little, not that much, but a little.
It stays at its place, like always. I didn't force myself to forget anything, because I know I can't. I forced myself to remember, but it fades.
Time cures everything, right?
It's good to know that we have the chance to get back to the point again, when I have the courage to say Hi, and Goodbye. If there is a chance to meet you again.
After waiting for 4 years, something has changed.
I don't know what is he thinking now, or I should admit that I could never read his mind, though before this I thought I could, even without interaction in between.
Those were just my own guesses and prediction. Without any acknowledgement.
It was a long wait.
Even though he just made a click, a not-significant click, it just complicates my mind with literally hundred reasons.
I took it as a sign. An action that shows those pasts were over. He is no more afraid of me bothering him, perhaps I'm just an acquaintance to him. A person that he knows and knows him, nothing more than just name and simple updates of recent life.
I couldn't ask for more, and I wouldn't. Not like last time, with tons of regrets. I rather stay at my current place quietly, knowing that he is all fine and blissful. And I would feel the same just by seeing that happens.
I guess.
It's not about giving up now, is just that I couldn't deny that every time I see or hear something about it, my heart flutters a little, not that much, but a little.
It stays at its place, like always. I didn't force myself to forget anything, because I know I can't. I forced myself to remember, but it fades.
Time cures everything, right?
It's good to know that we have the chance to get back to the point again, when I have the courage to say Hi, and Goodbye. If there is a chance to meet you again.
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