It's time I stopped expecting things would go the way I wanted, time for the universe to take control and surprise me with good or bad. But there are these minor things that's going to give me joy or eat a bit of me more. I was scared that I would never get to speak with her or hang with her again, but she is so unique, she even has the patience to converse with the people she hates most.. And so did she me, to me too.. All those quarrels and throw of words sometimes just for fun, I felt privileged and special though maybe its the state I am in, but I noticed her use the *privilege*.. Maybe I just thought I was special maybe she was pissed over me for something so she did knowing I would see. It's just I took this bits of joy at whatever she threw at me, time to find that joy in the truck load of pain that is going to ram into me, seeing every bit she walking away, as the joys I had when she walked toward me. I just wish I can rip me apart, but I am bound to this world, I shan't get my ticket before I had my full course.
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Resonance Of The Shards
General FictionAmongst the infinitesimal possibilities my soul would always search for the way to make you happy.