Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Retrospect

Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was all imagination of my mind. Or maybe it was exactly what he did.

I don’t know why he had to hurt me. It was as if he was angry with the world and he could say it only to me. I listened. We became friends.

The glass-shattering talks never ended. The tirade went on every day. I was the one to cry. I don’t know who won or who lost. Maybe it is not even a question of winning and losing. Maybe it is just the way life is. But how long can you go on, just as if, the world is perfect when it is not?