Now and Forever

Many a time, I find it unusually difficult to express my thoughts and feelings to anybody, particularly when I'm thoroughly wretched. Just days ago, I brave myself to face that troubling issue, and have since been wreathed in wistful memories. Quoting Sara, "knowledge kills the passion inside", it sure did. Before the revelation of the much awaited truth, often enough, was I living in a fairy tale, but nonetheless, faced with the murderous "what if's".

Just seconds before I viewed the message, I was stroked by a painful premonition. True enough, it turned out that my happy ending was a concoction of my own, an unrealistic made-believe. The ever fuzzy and cozy feelings were overcomed by confusion and denial. I lost count of the times I reread the message word-by-word, secretly hoping that I would stumble upon the hidden meaning between the lines. Reality stroked and it hurts.

That morning was thoughtful. The reply was a rather concise one, and I decided to brace it with gratefulness. However painstaking the truth was, it has to be accepted. On a more positive note, at least it puts an end to my overpowering false hopes, and welcomes a start of a more honest and sincere friendship. Though the separation of millions of miles in the future may take its toll, may it also be the catalyst towards putting in tireless efforts to keep in touch.